Quotes About Isolation

Fin dall'inizio ogni mia fantasia fu tinteggiata di disperazione, stranamente compiuta e somigliante di per se stessa a desiderio struggente

He was a man who had already died once. There was no reason why he should feel any sense of responsibility or attachment to the world. To him, it was nothing more than a sheet of newspaper covered in the scribblings of cockroaches.

Beneath the sky, wretched lonliness was no jot better or worse than good fortune and success. To put it another way, wherever you stood, the same starry sky was peering down.

It was a painful awakening. Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I had asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty? At least there was no doubt that I was alone in regarding the duty as a heavy burden.

His friends were probably right when they called it a pitiful little vacant house. He wondered if that had anything to do with the emptiness of his own world.

my grief at being eternally excluded…

Or was the moment teaching me how grotesque my isolation would appear to the eyes of love, and at the same time was I learning, from the reverse side of the lesson, my own incapacity for accepting love?...

Someone once said that homosexuals have on their faces a certain loneliness that will not come off.

And the trap into which the deformed person finally falls does not lie in his resolving the state of antagonism between himself and the world, but instead takes the form of his completely approving of this antagonism. That's why a deformed person can never really be cured.

Non mi curavo di nulla, e d'altronde nulla si curava di me.

He never made fun of her as her neighbors did. That was why she visited him. He felt in this mad, ugly woman five years his senior a comrade in apartness. He liked people who refused to recognize the world.

Avanzamos entre las víctimas sin recibir una mirada, ni siquiera de reproche. Se nos ignoraba. Simplemente por no haber compartido su desgracia, nuestra existencia había sido borrada de nuestras vidas. No éramos para ellos más que sombras.

Because the fact of not being understood by other people had become my only real source of pride, I was never confronted by any impusle to express things and to make others understand something that I knew. I thought that those things which could be seen by others were not ordained for me. My solitude grew more and more obese, just like a pig.

How cursed a thing it was! Yes, in the cries of the cicadas that echoed from the surrounding hills, I could hear this eternity, which was like a curse on my head, which had shut me up in the golden plaster.

Kendini, göklerden de büyük bir halkan?n ortas?na hapsolmuÅŸ buldun; bunun d???ndaki her ÅŸey s?radan. Bizlerin salt otlat?lmak için d??ar?ya ç?kar?ld???m?z? kavram??s?n. GevÅŸek bir ipe baÄŸlanm??, cahil hayvanlar olduÄŸumuzu.

The odd thing is that only lonely people have a tendency to festoon their abodes with extravagant items.

A telephone - it seems a long time since I last saw one. It's a strange device, constantly entangling the emotions of human beings within itself, yet capable of uttering nothing more than a simple bell tone. Doesn't it feel any pain from all the loves, the hatreds, and the desires that pass through it? Or is the sound of that bell really a scream of the pain, convulsive and unendurable, that the telephone continually inflicts?

Sim, ele dormia, acordava, e as vezes, até fazia suas refeições ali dentro. Nesse estranho quarto sem janelas, esse quarto onde os ventos jamais sopravam e as árvores jamais rumorejavam, um quarto com ares de caixão, a tumba onde ele foi enterrado vivo. Ele escolhera viver em um caixão mesmo antes de ter sido assassinado. Um quarto de prazeres e de morte, envolto no perfume duradouro de mulher e o odor de seu próprio corpo.

The very thing that makes a star spectacular is the same thing that strikes him from the world at large and makes him an outsider.

Honda did not necessarily cling to the historical school of law, which was influenced by nineteenth-century romanticism, nor to the ethnic school. The Japan of the Meiji era, indeed, needed a nationalistic type of law, one that had its roots in the philosophy of the historical school. But Honda's concerns were quite different. He had first been intent on isolating the essential principle behind all law, a principle which he felt must exist.

Ne karanin ne denizin maliydi.Belki de karadan nefret eden birinin karayi hic birakmamasi gerekirdi. Kiyidan kopup yuabancilasma ve uzun sureli seferler,giderek insani karadaki yasami duslemeye zorlar,onu nefret ettigi bir seyi ozlemenin anlamsiz acilarina suruklerdi.

Good thing I brought my haze of emptiness!

Well, you're right. I'm a Freak." "Huh?" "I love being bullied. Being hit and kicked by others gets me totally excited. That's what kind of freak I am. Sorry if that bothers you.

Consequently, people live ever more lonely lives in an ever more connected planet. Many of the social and political disruptions of our time can be traced back to this malaise.