Quotes About Isolation

The No filled the whole air of the house. Every time she breathed in she breathed in that No.

It was almost as if he'd been a ghost in all those rooms, all those days, a ghost in his own life.

He had locked her out of his mind and out of his life. She could no longer get through to him, to make him feel the way she used to. He just wanted to forget about her and the way she played on his feelings — the same way she used to play on the guitar, he thought, remembering for a minute. He knew now just how badly she had played the guitar.

There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.

So he left her, and she was alone. Very few people cared for her, and she for very few people. She remained alone with herself, waiting.

And her soul died in her for fear: she knew she had never seen him, he had never seen her, they had met in the dark and had fought in the dark, not knowing whom they met nor whom they fought.

If only there weren't so many other people in the world,' he said lugubriously.

She, herself, was so forlorn and unused, not a female at all, just a mere thing of terrors.

How terrible it was that it should be spring, and everything cold-hearted, cold-hearted.

He felt if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.

Connie really sometimes felt she would die at this time. She felt she was being crushed to death by weird lies and by the amazing cruelty of idiocy.

?tii care-i problema ta cu toat? lumea, cu mine, cu tine, cu fiecare, inclusiv Op? Un egoism steril È™i st?tut care ne separ? de tot È™i de toate. Nu-i egocentrism. Egocentrismul reprezint? înc? un fel de instinct. E un egoism meschin, total È™i autoritar.

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

I only want one thing of men, and that is, that they should leave me alone.

Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.

A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.

And she shrank away again, back into her darkness, and for a long while remained blotted safely away from living.

He went down again into the darkness and seclusion of the wood. But he knew that the seclusion of the wood was illusory. The industrial noises broke the solitude, the sharp lights, though unseen, mocked it. A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe

There was only this one lamp-post. Behind was the great scoop of darkness, as if all the night were there.

But his dread was the nights when he could not sleep. Then it was awful indeed, when annihilation pressed in on him on every side. Then it was ghastly, to exist without having any life: lifeless, in the night, to exist.

He had reached the point where all he wanted on earth was to be alone.

And he could go on in life, existing from day to day, without connection and without hope. For he did not know what to do with himself.