Quotes About Isolation

Ich weiß nicht, ob jemals festgestellt wurde, daß ein Hauptmerkmal des Lebens die Separatheit ist. Wenn uns keine Fleischesschicht umhüllt, sterben wir. Der Mensch existiert nur in dem Maße, in dem er von seiner Umwelt abgesondert ist.

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The tiny madman in his padded cell

Je me retrouvai seul, roulant sous la pluie du jour agonisant, et les essuie-glace étaient en pleine action, mais que pouvaient-ils contre mes larmes ?

what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own";

Así aislada, a esa distancia, la visión adquiría un sutilísimo encanto que me hacía precipitar hacia mi solitaria gratificación.

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own

He could not even see the bluish glimmer of a window or those faint patches of light which come to stay with the walls at night

Solitude was corrupting me...My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.

my own company being intolerable, since it excited me too much and to no purpose

I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless a film of flesh envelops us, we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a spacetraveller's helmet. Stay inside or you perish. Death is divestment, death is communion. It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape, but to do so is the end of the tender ego

And yet I shall try again: they are murdering me!--all right, all together once more: they are murdering me! and again: murdering... I want to write this in such a way that you will cover your ears, your membranaceous, simian ears that you hide under strands of beautiful feminine hair--but I know them, I see them, I pinch them, the cold little things, I worry them with my fingers to somehow warm them, bring them to life, render them human, force them to hear me.

I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless a film of flesh envelops us, we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler's helmet. Stay inside or you perish. Death is divestment, death is communion. It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape, but to do so is the end of the tender ego.

I felt curiously aloof from my own self.

Eis a pessoa que eu quero. Olá, pessoa! Não me ouve.

Blood-black nothingness began to spin. A system of cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within cells interlinked within one stem. And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.

Alone, unknown, unloved, I die...and the room had grown a ghostly thorax, with a heart unknown, unloved - but not alone

De kilheid van haar eigen hart verbaasde haar. Ze was een meer met onvermoede diepten, ijskoud was het water daar.

Zij verslindt boeken, jaar in jaar uit zonder ooit toe te staan dat een boek haar verslindt. Zij leest niet om de dingen beter te begrijpen, maar om ze op afstand te houden. Een boek, dat is een haardscherm tussen haar en de rest van de wereld.

The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water.

Let there be a small country with few people….Though neighboring communities overlook one another and the crowing of cocks and barking of dogs can be heard,Yet the people there may grow old and die without ever visiting one another.

Power broken into a thousand pieces can be hidden and disowned.

You just wouldn't be happy until I had to drag my ass up here to this godforsaken icebox that is. Gotta tell you I'm feelin' some hate here my man. Or I would be if I could actually feel anything other than Arctic cold gnawing at my vitals.

Harvard just took that option out of our hands. He is truly on his own now.