Quotes About Isolation

He takes a few dazed steps, the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconsciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps.

When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

Her eyes stare at me but she seems not to see me; she looks as though she were lost in her suffering.

I'm going to leave, I'm going to take my train. But behind the existence which falls from one present to the other, without a past, without a future, behind these sounds which decompose from day to day, peel off and slip towards death, the melody stays the same, young and firm, like a pitiless witness.

I shall have to get used all over again to speaking to people without touching them.

Je ne peux plus rien d'autre. Je ne les entends plus, tu sais. C'est sans doute qu'ils en ont fini avec moi. Fini: l'affaire est classée, je ne suis plus rien sur terre, même plus un lâche. Inès, nous voilà seuls: il n'y a plus que vous deux pour penser à moi. Elle ne compte pas. Mais toi, toi qui me hais, si tu me crois, tu me sauves.

For a moment I wondered if I were not going to love humanity. But, after all, it was their Sunday, not mine.

Thing are bad! Things are very bad: I have it, the filth, the Nausea.

He is not one: he is afraid. What is he afraid of? When you want to understand something you stand in front of it, alone, without help: all the past in the world is of no use. Then it disappears and what you wanted to understand disappears with it.

How far away from them I feel, up on this hill. It seems to me that I belong to another species.

Las palabras se habían desvanecido, y con ellas la significación de las cosas, sus modos de empleo, las débiles marcas que los hombres han trazado en su superficie. Estaba sentado, un poco encorvado, cabizbajo, solo frente a aquella masa negra y nudosa, enteramente bruta y que me daba miedo. Y entonces tuve esa iluminación.

Nous sommes seuls, sans excuses. C'est ce que j'exprimerais en disant que l'homme est condamné à être libre. Condamné, parce qu'il ne s'est pas créé lui-même, et par ailleurs cependant libre, parce qu'une fois jeté dans le monde, il est responsable de tout ce qu'il fait. […] L'homme, sans aucun secours, est condamné à chaque instant à inventer l'homme.

There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is--other people!

We were a heap of living creatures, irritated, embarrassed at ourselves, we hadn't the slightest reason to be there, none of us, each one, confused, vaguely alarmed, felt in the way in relation to others. In the way: it was the only relationship I could establish between these, tress, these gates, these stones. . . .

We stay silent for a moment. Evening is coming on; I can hardly make out the pale spot of her face. Her black dress melts with the shadow which floods the room. I pick up my cup mechanically, there's a little tea left in it and I bring it to my lips. The tea is cold. I want to smoke but I don't dare. I have the terrible feeling that we have nothing more to say to one another.

Ä°nsan?n kendi yüzünü anlayabilmesi belki de elinde deÄŸil. Belki de tek ba??ma yaÅŸad???m için böyle oluyor. Topluluk içinde yaÅŸayanlar, kendilerini, arkadaÅŸlar?na nas?l görünüyorlarsa aynalarda t?pk? öyle görmeyi öÄŸrenmiÅŸlerdir. Benim arkada??m yok. Tenimin bunca ç?plak olmas? acaba bu yüzden mi? Buna insans?z... evet insans?z doÄŸa denilebilir.

I glance around the room. What a comedy! All these people sitting there, looking serious, eating. No, they aren't eating: they are recuperating in order to successfully finish their tasks. Each one of them has his little personal difficulty which keeps him from noticing that he exists; there isn't one of them who doesn't believe himself indispensable to something or someone.

I have never before had such a strong feeling that I was devoid of secret dimensions, confined within the limits of my body, from which airy thoughts float up like bubbles. I build memories with my present self. I am cast out, forsaken in the present: I vainly try to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

L'enfer c'est les autres. aka, Hell is others. .

el infierno son los otros.

Yo no tengo tribulaciones, dispongo de dinero como un rentista, no tengo jefe, ni mujer, ni hijos; existo, eso es todo. Y esta tribulación es tan vaga, tan metafísica, que me da vergüenza.

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company." – Jean-Paul Sartre

Partiye girme karar?n? vermeden önce öyle korkunç bir yaln?zl?k duyuyordum ki, can?ma k?ymay? bile düÅŸünmüÅŸtüm. Bu iÅŸten caymam?n nedeni ölümümden kimsenin duygulanmayaca??, ölümde, hayatta olduÄŸumdan daha yaln?z olaca??m? düÅŸünmemdir.

Yapayaln?z?m, ama kentin üzerine yürüyen bir ordu gibiyim.