Quotes About Isolation

As humans, we are fascinated by supernatural, spiritual power. Every moment you display this kind of power to the world, that power isolates you. You become displaced by the power you display because that power is also displaced through you. For

No-one understood. No-one. Least of all - me.

He loved to draw. Animals pouncing mostly. And trees. Always lone trees in black landscapes.

Well, it's true. If she ever had an original thought it would die of loneliness.

More and more I was beginning to feel like a spectator in my own life.

Sometimes I wish there was just you and me and no one else in the whole world" - Callum

you experience the one thing that drunks and druggies and all the miserable, lonely, unhappy people in this world share.' 'And what's that?

Sometimes I wish there was just you and me and no one else in the whole world.

That's just the point,' Callum said with sudden bitterness. 'This place is like the whole world and the whole world is like this place. So where could I go?

You see, I'll never get out of hell if there's not even you left to pray for me

Maybe you and I and the fish exist only in the memory of a person who is gone. Maybe no one really exists, and it's only raining outside. Maybe the bird never existed at all. -Boy (Angel's Egg)

The immigrant who comes as a wife has a more difficult time. If work exists for her, it is in the future and after much finding of feet. At present all she is, is a wife, and a wife is alone for many, many hours. There will come a day when even books are powerless to distract. When the house and its conveniences can no longer completely charm or compensate. Then she realizes she is an immigrant for life.

For all the strides the Nation [of Islam] had made in promoting self-improvement in the lives of its members, its political isolation had left it powerless to change the external conditions that bounded their freedoms (177).

las luces apagadas para evitar verse, tres ciegos reunidos a la hora más triste del día

Y ya no deseaba sino quedarse crucificada a la tierra, sufriendo y gozando en su carne el ir y venir de lejanas, muy lejanas mareas; sintiendo crecer la hierba, emerger islas nuevas y abrirse en otro continente la flor ignorada que no vive sino en un día de eclipse. Y sintiendo aún bullir y estallar soles, y derrumbarse, quién sabe dónde, montañas gigantes de arena.

Escribir es defender la soledad en que se está; es una acción que sólo brota desde un aislamiento efectivo, pero desde un aislamiento comunicable, en que, precisamente, por la lejanía de toda cosa concreta se hace posible un descubrimiento de relaciones entre ellas. Pero es una soledad que necesita ser defendida, que es lo mismo que necesitar de justificación. El escritor defiende su soledad, mostrando lo que en ella y únicamente en ella, encuentra.

Tímido y sin estrategia frente al mundo y, sobre todo, frente al amor, Unamuno supo parapetarse entre sus medias luces del norte, salir a dar gritos y vivir emboscado, a la defensiva en su agresividad. Agresividad hosca de alguien que se esconde detrás de sus propias voces como una braña.

Could I but end my days in this charming isle, without evermore stirring from it, or seeing a single inhabitant of the continent, who could remind me of all those calamities which have for so many years united to overwhelm me!…

Her iPhone, like Skylar, was dead.

Locking the door, Tessa sat on the cold tile floor and slumped against the wall. Tears fell down her face, over her chin, and down her neck. She began to communicate with Skylar's hat, silently asking it to cheer her up. Share some memories with me, she pleaded. Make the pain go away.

La solitude rend impatient, c'est l'impatience qui tue l'enfance.

Hast du schon mal das Gefühl gehabt dass die Welt dich im Stich läst,den Eindruck dsas das Zimmer indem du dich befindest immer kleiner wird,die Überzeigung das deine Kleider über Nacht gealtert,dass dein Bild in jedem Spiegel dein Elend reflektiert & dass dir das Gefühl zu glauben das dich nichts und niemand liebt & das du nichts liebst & das dieses Nichts die Leere deiner Existenz ist?

Meine Eltern fehlen mir ganz furchtbar, Waise zu sein ist ein Abgrund der Eisamkeit, aus dem ich mich nicht befreien kann.

La solitude est un jardin où l'âme se dessèche, les fleurs qui y poussent n'ont pas de parfum.