Quotes About Isolation

In Los Angeles, I feel like the ugly duckling, like I'm from Venus or something.

Growing up in Vermont, no matter what I did, I didn't get much recognition.

Useless, it was useless to get in since I don't want to go anywhere. Bluish objects pass the windows. In jerks all stiff, and brittle; people, walls; a house offers me its black heart through open windows; and the windows pale, all that is black becomes blue, blue this great yellow brick house advancing uncertainly, trembling, suddenly stopping and taking a nose dive.

Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face. Or perhaps it is because I am a single man? People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked? You might say—yes you might say, nature without humanity. I have no taste for work any longer, I can do nothing more except wait for night. 5.30:

Unë zotëroj vetëm trupin tim; një njeri krejt i vetmuar, që ka vetëm trupin e tij, nuk mund të fiksojë kujtimet; ato i kalojnë anash. Nuk duhet të ankohem: vetë doja të isha i lirë.

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.

Människohopen glesnade, man hörde tydligt havets brus. En ung kvinna, som stödde båda händerna mot balustraden, lyfte ansiktet mot himlen, ett blått ansikte med ett svart tvärstreck, de målade läpparna. Jag undrade ett ögonblick om jag inte skulle älska människorna. Men när allt kom omkring var det deras söndag och inte min.

she has suddenly emptied herself of me, and all other consciousness in the world has also emptied itself of me. It seems funny. Yet I know that I exist, that I am here. Now

Bugünkü aÅŸamada, mevcut düÅŸünme yöntemlerimizle, bir düÅŸüncenin bir nesne kar??s?ndaki aç?l?m? yaln?zl??? öngörmektedir.

De boeken van Genet zijn bordelen, waarin je door een kiertje naar binnen glipt, in de hoop dat je er niemand zult tegenkomen; zodra je binnen bent, blijk je volstrekt alleen te zijn.

Birdenbire bu kalabal???n içinde kendimi yaln?z ve küçük hissettim. Ä°steseler bana kötülük edebilecek gibiydiler! ...

Si tu te sens seul lorsque tu es seul, tu es en mauvaise compagnie.

Yaln?z olmak!' diye ellerini ovuÅŸturarak inliyordu. 'Ak?l dan??acak kimsesi olmamak, doÄŸru yolda m?y?m, deÄŸil miyim bana söyleyecek birisi!' ...

I was nowhere, I was floating. I was not surprised, I knew it was the World, the naked World suddenly revealing itself, and I choked with rage at this gross, absurd being.

I savour this total oblivion into which I have fallen. I am between two towns. One knows nothing of me, the other knows me no longer.

She is wearing her black dress. She isn't crying, but she never did cry, anyhow. It's a bright sunny day and she's like a black shadow creeping down the empty street.

Ni siquiera sufrí; me sentía vacío.

I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives.

Nothing looked real; I felt surrounded by cardboard scenery which could suddenly be removed. The world was waiting, holding its breath, making itself small -

Omenirea e plin? doar de ea îns??i, nimeni nu-i lipseÈ™te È™i nu aÈ™teapt? pe nimeni. Va continua s? nu duc? nic?ieri È™i aceiaÈ™i oameni îÈ™i vor pune aceleaÈ™i întreb?ri È™i vor rata aceleaÈ™i vieÈ›i.

We had a horrible fear of him because we sensed he was alone.

Aujourd'hui, je leur donne raison : ils avaient tout accepté de notre condition, même l'inquiétude ; j'avais choisi d'être rassuré ; et c'était bien vrai, au fond, que je me croyais immortel : je m'étais tué d'avance parce que les défunts sont seuls à jouir de l'immortalité.

Pas besoin de gril, l'enfer c'est les autres.

It gnaws at her, I'm sure of it, but slowly, patiently: she takes the upper hand, she is able neither to console herself nor abandon herself to her suffering. She thinks about it a little bit, a very little bit, now and again she passes it on. Especially when she is with people, because they console her and also because it comforts her a little to talk about it with poise, with an air of giving advice. When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.