Quotes About Isolation

La conciencia de mi honradez se me subió a la cabeza, tuve el sentimiento grandioso de que yo era un carácter, un faro completamente blanco en medio del mar cenagoso de los hombres, un mostrenco extraordinario.

Og intet Rop, intet Menneskes Ord hørtes noget Sted, ingenting, men bare det tunge Sus omkring mit Hode.

Soll der Direktor ruhig in seinem Jugendstil-Haus wohnen, ihm schadet das nichts - ihm nicht. Er ist ein moderner Mensch und immun; seine tiefste Sehnsucht wird dadurch befriedigt, daß er auf Knöpfe drücken und an Hähnen drehen darf.

U jesen može se katkad videti, kako zvezde padaju. Eto, mislim ja tada u svojoj samo?i, možda se to trza ?itav jedan svet tamo gore? Svet se raspada u komade pred mojim o?ima? I meni – je palo u deo, da u svom životu vidim smrt zvezda!

Hvad var iveien med Edevart? Hans hænder var store og stærke, hans sener i orden, men hans sind var splittet. Her seilte han væk tom og hjemløs, han var litt isenn blit fra intet sted, hvorhelst han flakket om drog han røtterne efter sig.

Det begyndte å komme rotne flækker i mit indre, sorte svamper som bredte sig mere og mere.

Min hjærne randt mig stille ut av hodet og gjorde mig tom.

Gemi leÅŸlerinin yüzdüÄŸü bulan?k insanl?k denizinde bembeyaz bir fenerdim ben.

I had remarked so plainly that, whenever I had been hungry for any length of time, it was just as if my brains ran quite gently out of my head and left me with a vacuum--my head grew light and far off, I no longer felt its weight on my shoulders, and I had a consciousness that my eyes stared far too widely open when I looked at anything.

How steadily my predicament had gotten worse! By now I was so utterly denuded of objects that I didn't even have a comb left, or a book to read when I felt hopeless.

Solen er forlængst dukket under synsranden, fjældene er blit hvitlig grønne, de ser ut i sin fjærnhet og i sin vælde som en verden for sig selv.

I remembered her father, the old man from another world, the man with mittens, who had to be spoon-fed on porridge because he was ninety, who smelled like an unburied corpse.

For meg hører skogen og ensomheten til.

Thus, he walks and walks in his wilderness, a futile, foolish trek made not in order to arrive somewhere but simply and solely in order to be one of those who walk in the wilderness. And this work of his is a life sentence.

Jeg synes synd i dig, Åse, men fortryt ikke på at jeg ler når jeg ser dig, haha, du er så stiv og indtørket, du har vel ikke engang vand i skrævet. Jeg kunde hjelpe dig med en skjærv, men jeg vil ikke had dig på fingrene. Nei. Du er det som det ikke engang er navn på fra Gud, så ussel er du. Bli i freden!

I had noticed very clearly that every time I went hungry a little too long it was as though my brains simply ran quietly out of my head and left me empty. My head became light and floating. I could no longer feel its weight on my shoulders, and I had the sense that my eyes were remaining far too open when I looked at anything.

What was the point of spelling out the details? And anyway, wasn't a poor soul allowed to have a little genuine lovesickness to cope with on top of everything else? Without further ado, Rolandsen went up to his office, straight to the instrument, and asked one of the operators at the Rosengaard telegraph station to send him half a cask of cognac at the first opportunity. There was no sense in carrying on like this forever.

He was hungry, and his first thought was to collect a dozen or two gulls' eggs to make a meal. But embryo chicks were forming in all of them. So he rowed out to do some fishing and was more succesful. He lived on fish from day to day and sang and whiled the time away and ruled over the island. When it rained he too shelter beneath a splendid overhangig rock. At night he slept on a patch of grass and the sun never set.

This is my desolate period; my wheels stop, my hair stops growing, my nails stop growing, everything stops growing but the days of my life.

When it got dark I jogged along to the Town Hall--God knows how I got there--and sat on the edge of the balustrade. I tore a pocket out of my coat and took to chewing it; not with any defined object, but with dour mien and unseeing eyes, staring straight into space.

I don't think there is any point in continuing writing. Since I have neither killed nor been killed, there's nothing further to explain. (Box Man, p. 38)

Gli uccelli allevati in isolamento, che non hanno mai visto un loro simile, nella maggior parte dei casi non <> a quale specie appartengono, e perciò il loro istinto sociale e il loro desiderio sessuale si rivolgono verso le creature con le quali hanno trascorso determinate fasi evolutive particolarmente importanti: quindi, nella maggior parte dei casi, vero l'uomo.

And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.

You're still... Declan?-- --Voice hoarse, he said, Aye, it's me. I will never be your perfect Viking, Regin! I've made unforgivable mistakes. I've no family or friends, and my men hold no love for me. I'm scarred inside and out. And I'm bloody askin' for you anyway!