Quotes About Isolation

Hello! It could only have been Andre, but she replaced the receiver instantly, reaching for the tiny, crumpled scrap of paper and tucking it under her pillow as she dozed off again, struck by another dream at the edge of sleep, and clutching her head and her heart because she didn't know where all the blood was coming from. Nonetheless she kept repeating: It's nothing, it's nothing, nothing else can happen to me now. Something might happen to me, but nothing has to happen.

My share, it should be lost.

I've found out that I don't belong anywhere anymore, I don't long to be anywhere, but I used to think I had a heart and I belonged in Austria. But one day it all comes to an end, you lose both heart and soul, and now there is something bleeding to death inside of me but I don't know what it is.

A quien nunca se quedó sin palabras, y yo os lo digo, quien sólo sabe ayudarse a sí mismo, con las palabras, a éste no se le puede ayudar. Ni por el camino corto ni por el largo. Hacer sostenible una única frase, aguantar el dig-dong de las palabras. Nadie escriba esta frase que no la firma.

As it was all was lost. He was alive, yes, he was alive, he felt this for the first time. But he knew now that he was living in a prison, that he had to make the best of it in there and would soon rage and would have to speak this thieves' cant, the only language at his disposal, in order not to be so abandoned.

Denn heute ist ein Wort, das nur Selbstmörder verwenden dürften [...]

It's a very old wall, a very strong wall, a very strong wall, from which no one can fall, which no one can break open, from which nothing can ever be heard again.

A single tear forms, just in the corner of one eye, but it doesn't roll down my cheek; it merely crystallizes in the cold air, it grows and grows into a second giant globe that doesn't want to orbit with the world—it breaks off from the planet and plunges into infinity.

Bir ölüyüm ben, dola??p duran Art?k hiçbir yerde kayd?m yok. Bilinmiyorum mülki amirin görev yerinde. Say? fazlas?y?m alt?n kentlerde. Ve yeÅŸeren taÅŸra yörelerinde... VazgeçilmiÅŸim çoktan, ve hiçbir ÅŸeyle an?msanmam???m. Yaln?zca rüzgarla ve zamanla ve sesle, ben insanlar aras?nda yaÅŸayamayan...

Our social relationships are limited, most of the time, to gossip and criticizing people's behavior. This observation slowly pushed me to isolate from the so-called social life. My days pass by in solitude.

I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to man has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.

Sometimes I go for days without speaking to a soul. I think, "I should make that call", but I put it off. Because there's something pleasurable about not talking. But then I love talking, so it's not that. But sometimes it can be nice. It's not like I sit here philosophizing, because I've no talent for that. It's just this thing about silence that's so wonderful.

Occasionally I sense an insane wail deep down in the pit, the echo alone reaching me, striking without warning, a child weeping uninhibitedly, imprisoned forever.

Here, in my solitude, I have the feeling that I contain too much humanity.

I think I am a better ghost than I am a human being.

No hay tiempo para discutir la soledad.

I have always felt lonely in the world out there. That is why I escaped into filmmaking even though the feeling of community is an illusion.

Dac? m? sim?eam atacat,mu?cam la rândul meu ca un câine r?nit.Nu aveam încredere în nimeni,nu iubeam pe nimeni,nu sim?eam lipsa nim?nui.Eram subjugat de o sexualitate care m? împingea spre o permanent? infidelitate ?i ac?iuni for?ate,mereu chinuit de dorin??,team?,angoas? ?i con?tiin?? înc?rcat?.

Quiero confesarme y no sé qué decir. Mi corazón está vacío. El vacío es como un espejo puesto delante de mi rostro. Me veo a mí mismo, y al contemplarlo siento un profundo desprecio de mi ser. (Pausa) por mi indiferencia hacia los hombres y las cosas me he alejado de la sociedad en que viví. Ahora habito un mundo de fantasmas, prisionero de fantasías sin sueños.

To know what you want to share with the world because something has been transmitted to you is to know loneliness and real solitude, because no one else can share it.

He didn't talk about his painful past. Ever. With anyone.

From my window I watched the full moon—a moon that reminded me of Brett—become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was gayety and love for others of my age, was going to continue for all of my days.

I came into some family money and I've always been a good saver. I realized that being by myself was detrimental to my health and I needed interaction. So I decided to stop being careful and start spending that money. I figure if I can't be good to myself now, when can I?

It's hard to know what's right when everyone thinks you're wrong.