Quotes About Isolation

In my core I have the strange impression that I don't belong to the human species

Sim, minha força está na solidão. Não tenho medo nem de chuvas tempestivas nem das grandes ventanias soltas, pois eu também sou o escuro da noite. Embora não aguente bem ouvir um assovio no escuro, e passos.

O horrível dever é o de ir até o fim. E sem contar com ninguém. Viver-se a si mesma. E para sofrer menos embotar-me um pouco. Porque não posso mais carregar as dores do mundo. Que fazer quando sinto totalmente o que outras pessoas são e sentem? Vivo-as mas não tenho mais força.

she was inept. Inept for living. She had no idea how to cope with life and she was only vaguely aware of her own inner emptiness. Were she capable of explaining herself, she might well confide: the world stands outside me. I stand outside myself.

Cerra as janelas do quarto — não ver, não ouvir, não sentir. Na cama silenciosa, flutuante na escuridão, aconchega-se como no ventre perdido e esquece. Tudo é vago, leve e mudo.

What can you do with the truth that everyone's a little sad and a little alone.

Speaking for myself, I am only true when I'm alone. As a child, I always feared that I was about to fall off the face of the earth at any minute. Why do the clouds keep afloat when everything else drops to the ground? The explanation is simple: the gravity is less than the force of air that sustains the clouds. Clever, don't you think? Yes, but sooner or later they fall in the form of rain. That is my revenge.

Vejo que tentei dar a Maca uma situação minha: eu preciso de algumas horas de solidão por dia senão "me muero".) Quanto a mim, só sou verdadeiro quando estou sozinho.

La persona della quale parlerò e così sciocca che, a volte, per strada, sorridere gli altri. Nessuno le ricambia il sorriso neppure la vedono.

She'd heard on Clock Radio that there were seven billion people in the world. She felt lost. But with the tendency she had to be happy she immediately consoled herself: there were seven billion people to help her.

desde la niñez no fue más que un corazón solitario que latía con dificultad en el espacio.

I write because I have nothing else to do in the world: I was left over and there is no place for me in the world of men

She was supersonic in life. Nobody noticed that with her existence she was breaking the sound barrier. For other people she didn't exist.

Twelve years weigh on a person like pounds of lead. The days melt into one another, merge to form one whole block, a big anchor. And the person is lost.

Escribo porque no tengo nada que hacer en el mundo: estoy de sobra y no hay lugar para mí en la tierra de los hombres. Escribo por mi desesperación y mi cansancio, ya no soporto la rutina de ser yo, y si no existiese la novedad continua que es escribir, me moriría simbólicamente todos los días.

And solitude is not needing. Not needing leaves a person alone, all alone. Oh, needing doesn't isolate a person, things need things: it's enough to see a chick walking to see that its destiny will be what lack will make of it, its destiny is to join, like drops of mercury cling to other drops of mercury, even though, like all drops of mercury, it has a complete and rounded existence in itself.

O senhor não compreende, disse ela de novo irritada, que eu não posso pedir? porque preciso de tanto que ninguém pode me dar?

I don't have anything to nourish me: I eat myself

I am alone in the world and I don't believe in anyone, everyone lies, sometimes even when making love, I don't think one being speaks to another, the truth only comes to me when I'm alone.

For other people she didn't exist. Her only advantage over others was knowing how to swallow pills without any water, dry.

Hay algo dentro de mí que duele. Ah, cómo duele y cómo grita pidiendo socorro. Pero faltan lágrimas en la máquina que soy. Soy un objeto sin destino.

Tento isolar-me para encontrar a vida em si mesma. No entanto apoiei-me demais no jogo que distrai e consolo e quando dele me afasto, encontro-me bruscamente sem amparo.

Tento isolar-me para encontrar a vida em si mesma. No entanto apoiei-me demais no jogo que distrai e consola e quando dele me afasto, encontro-me bruscamente sem amparo

Truth doesn't make sense, the hugeness of the world makes me shrink. What I probably asked for and finally found still ended up leaving me unprepared, like a child walking alone across the earth. So unprepared that only my love of all the universe could console me and satisfy me, only a love such that the very egg-cell of things would resonate with what I call love. With what in fact I am merely naming without knowing its name.