Quotes About Isolation

I feel no peace, I feel nothing. I think I will feel nothing forever.

Some of us are born to a solitary life.

He has lost his print upon the earth; he has lost any fire.

She smiled an empty bitter smile that did not reach her eyes, 'Do you think it can be worse than this? I cannot be charged with treason, I am the Queen of England, I am England. I cannot be divorced, I am the wife of the King. He has run mad this spring and he will recover by autumn. And all I have to do is get through this summer.' 'The Boleyn summer,' I said.

I cannot catch courage from his smile. I have to do this all entirely alone, with thousands of strangers watching my every movement. Nothing is to detract from my rise from gentry woman to Queen of England, from mortal to a being divine: next to God. When they crown me and anoint me with the holy oil, I become a new being, one above mortals, only one step below angels, beloved, and the elect of heaven.

Les banlieues tristes des dimanches et les lignes d'intérêt local sont un triste décor

Al Hickey: [following the final shootout] Nobody came... nobody cares. It's still not about anything. Frank Boggs: Yeah, you told me.

The chowdry, or burqa -- the Saudi, North African, and Central Asian version of the head, face, and body shroud -- is a sensory deprivation isolation chamber. It is claustrophobic, may lead to anxiety and depression, and reinforces a woman's already low self-esteem. It may also lead to vitamin D deficiency diseases such as osteoporosis and heart disease. Sensory deprivation officially constitutes torture and is practiced as such in the world's prisons.

Still, she felt absolutely sick inside, and as soon as she walked into her classroom, she knew that everyone was looking at her, even the teacher, as though at any moment she might stand up and do something crazy. Wally, in fact, kept leaning forward in his seat as if she might go berserk and take a bite out of his shoulder or something.

Without great solitude, no serious work is possible.

So it is that Lonely Places attract as many lonely people as they produce, and the loneliness we see in them is partly in ourselves.

POST Not a head stands out A finger rises Then it is the voice that one knows A signal a brief note A man leaves Up above a cloud that passes by No one goes in And the night keeps its secret

ignorance of isolation breeds unwarranted hostility.

La peor prisión es un corazón cerrado

You must get yourself so organized that people can't find you and see you to talk with you," he advised. Besides, he "never thought talking to people helped them get well.

Rosalie lay awake late at night, alone in her unwomaned bed

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen.

in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What

Today the only thing left of the life of those days is what one needs to suffer hunger and cold; I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself.

Hitler Almanyas?'nda özel bir tutum yayg?nd?: Bilen konuÅŸmuyor, bilmeyen sormuyor ve soru sorana yan?t verilmiyordu.

Wo sind die Andere? dove sono gli altri? - Forse trasferiti in altri campi ...? - propongo io Schmulek crolla il capo, si rivolge a Walter: - Er will nix verstayen - non vuole capire

Siamo monadi, incapaci di messaggi reciproci, o capaci solo di messaggi monchi, falsi in partenza, fraintesi all'arrivo.

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What can one think about? One cannot think any more, it is like being already dead. Someone sits down on the ground. The time passes drop by drop.

Ma non era solo questo: come se un argine fosse franato, proprio in quell'ora in cui ogni minaccia sembrava venire meno, in cui la speranza di un ritorno alla vita cessava di essere pazzesca ero sopraffatto da un dolore nuovo e più vasto, prima sepolto ai margini della coscienza da altri più urgenti dolori: il dolore dell'esilio, della casa lontana, della solitudine, degli amici perduti, della giovinezza perduta, e dello stuolo di cadaveri intorno