Quotes About Isolation

If men were from Mars and women from Venus, I was from an unknown star in neither orbit. My sensitivity, as finely honed a skill as I possessed, still lacked a working edge with my Andrea.

Despite membership in the guild of outcasts, writers do, by quirk of fate or sex or addiction or parenthood, become intimate with others, with those who don't originate from the planet of words and language. Other things do happen, but we don't know what they are until we write about them, or think about them in words, or remember them in phrases. - From "Why She Writes

I think about going away myself, living a whole different life, like I could exist on a different planet and this life wouldn't know about me, and I wouldn't know about it.

Sadder than the beggar is the man who eats alone in public.

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and smug in "the social," our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you. Suddenly the TV reveals itself for what it really is; a video of another world, ultimately addressed to no one at all, delivering its own message.

The wise person often shuns society for fear of being bored.

All men's misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone.

This great misfortune - to be incapable of solitude.

Ram?sesem singurii care mai credeam în noi în?ine. De aceea tr?iam între noi, vânam între noi, ne c?s?toream între noi. Lumea credea c? suntem îngânfa?i. Eram doar timizi. Ne era team? de ceilal?i oameni. Ne era team? de viitor, care era contrariul trecutului. Închideam în urma noastr? toate u?ile care d?deau spre o lume devenit? prea mare pentru noi ?i pentru speran?ele noastre înl?n?uite de amintiri.

The loneliness of command had made Eisenhower emotionally self-sufficient.

Trolls have to speand at least one hundred years of hteir lives in a cave; did you know that? It's a tradition. I've been here, oh, must be one undred and seventeen years now.

Dzi?ki temu,?e powiedzia? mi,i? nie ?yj?,pogodzi?em si? z faktem,?e ludzie wyrzucili mnie ze swoich my?li

It was a good thing that I raised egoistic masturbation to the dignity of a cult! I have only to begin the gesture and a kind of unclean and supernatural transposition displaces the truth. Everything within me turns worshipper. The external vision of the props of my desire isolates me, far from the world.

In her garret, Divine lived only on tea and grief.

Kim ki bu yaln?zl?k kar??nda büyülenmemiÅŸtir, resmin güzelliÄŸini anlayamaz. Anl?yorum derse, yaland?r.

She was in Spain, I believe. Kids were chasing her and screaming 'Maricona' and throwing stones at her.

AINSI JE RESTE SEUL, oublié de lui qui dort dans mes bras. La mer est calme. Je n'ose bouger. Sa présence serait plus terrible que son voyage hors de moi. Peut­ être vomirait-il sur ma poitrine. Et qu'y pourrais-je faire ? Trier ses vomissures ? y chercher parmi le vin, la viande, la bile, ces violettes et ces roses qu'y délayent et délient les filets de sang ?

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.

She no longer rubbed shoulders with clouds and heights, sunset and dawn, but with men stinking of goat.

Vous savez ce que c'est, un grenier? C'est plein de choses qui sont comme mortes : d'anciennes armoires toutes cassées, de mauvais souliers, des corsages qui ont fait leur temps; enfin, des choses qu'on a mis là pour les laisser mourir toutes seules. Quand on les revoit, elles ont l'air de vous le reprocher; c'est toujours un peu triste.

Aubignane, like a small wasps' nest, was stuck against the salient of the plateau. It was true that only three persons remained there. A grassless slope went down from the village. Almost at the bottom, there was a patch of soft earth and the wiry hair of a stunted osier bed. Below was a narrow valley with a little water.