Quotes About Isolation

Biz art?k o eski tasas?zlar deÄŸiliz; biz ÅŸimdi müthiÅŸ vurdumduymaz olduk. ÖlmeyeceÄŸiz ama yaÅŸayacak m?y?z? Kimsesiz çocuklar gibi b?rak?lm??, yaÅŸl? insanlar gibi görmüÅŸ geçirmiÅŸiz; kabay?z, üzgünüz, sat?htay?z... galiba mahvolmuÅŸuz.

Now time is standing still. We've torn it in two. Now only we two are here; we two, you and me and no one else.

The hospitals are all full to overflowing, no one is properly looked after there, and once a man lies down on it, he is only so much nearer to being dead. Men die all around one. It gets on a fellow's nerves, alone there among it all, and before he knows where he is, he has made another himself.

It keeps them going, staves off the evil day when they will be alone. And to be alone, really alone, without illusion, that way lies madness—and suicide.

I like being alone best, with no one to disturb me. Because everyone always comes round to the same topic of conversation, how badly things are going, how well they are going, one thinks this way, the next person the other way – and they quickly get on to the things that make up their own worlds. I'm sure that I was just like them myself, before; but now I can't find any real point of contact. - Paul Baumer

Er war in der Stimmung eines Menschen, der nachmittags geschlafen hat und es nicht gewohnt ist – herausgefallen aus allen Beziehungen und reif für einen raschen, sinnlosen Selbstmord.

Wir sind überflüssig für uns selbst

NajchÄ™tniej jestem sam, wtedy nikt mi nie przeszkadza. Bo wszyscy stale wracajÄ… do tematu [...]. Z pewnoÅ›ciÄ… i ja tak dawniej ?yÅ'em, ale teraz nie umiem siÄ™ do tego przystosowa?. Za wiele gadajÄ…. MajÄ… troski, cele, ?yczenia, których nie mogÄ™ ujmowa? tak jak oni. [...] Tak sÄ… podzieleni, rozdrobnieni, ?aden nie odczuwa tego caÅ'ym swym jestestwem; ja sam nie umiem dobrze okreÅ›li?, co mam na myÅ›li.

Ya no somos jóvenes. Ya no queremos conquistar el mundo. Somos fugitivos. Huimos de nosotros mismos. De nuestra vida. Teníamos dieciocho años y empezábamos a amar el mundo y la existencia; tuvimos que disparar contra eso. La primera granada que explosionó, lo hizo en nuestro corazón. Estamos al margen de la actividad, del esfuerzo, del progreso. Ya no creemos en nada de eso; creemos en la guerra.

Ne?emo se više ni skim sastajati. Prava ljubav ne podnosi svet. I onda ne?e biti ni nastupa ljubomore, ni loma.

Usamljenost traži saputnika i ne pita ko je on. Ko to ne zna, taj nikad nije bio usamljen, samo sam.

GryzÄ™ poduszki, zaciskam pi??ci na ?elaznych prÄ™tach Å'ó?ka. Nie powinienem byÅ' tu przyje?d?a?. Tam byÅ'em zobojÄ™tniaÅ'y i czÄ™sto pozbawiony nadziei. Nigdy ju? nie wrócÄ™ do tego stanu. ByÅ'em ?oÅ'nierzem, a teraz jestem niczym wiÄ™cej, jak bólem z powodu siebie, z powodu matki, z powodu wszystkiego, co jest tak beznadziejne i bez koÅ"ca. Nie powinienem byÅ' jecha? na urlop.

We are two human beings, two tiny sparks of life; outside there is just the night, and all around us, death.

Words, Words, Words—they do not reach me.

I see their dark forms, their beards move in the wind. I know nothing of them except that they are prisoners; and that is exactly what troubles me. Their life is obscure and guiltless;—if I could know more of them, what their names are, how they live, what they are waiting for, what their burdens are, then my emotion would have an object and might become sympathy.

JesteÅ›my nikÅ'ymi pÅ'omykami, zaledwie ochranianymi sÅ'abymi Å›cianami przed nawaÅ'nicÄ… rozpadu i bezsensownoÅ›ci, w której trzepocemy siÄ™ i niekiedy prawie ?e toniemy.

For a moment I held her hand in mine and felt her warm, dry pressure. Then I went out to get the rum. The night stood big and silent about the little house. The leather seats of our car were moist. I stood and looked toward the horizon where the red glow of the city rose against the sky. I would gladly have stayed out there; but already I could hear Lenz calling.

The anguish of solitude rises up in me. When Kat is taken away I will not have one friend left.

Erich Maria Remarque

I am aware that I, without realizing it, have lost my feelings -- I don't belong here anymore, I live in an alien world. I prefer to be left alone, not disturbed by anybody. They talk too much - I can't relate to them -- they are only busy with the superficial things

509 sat down with his back to the barrack wall. It had still kept some warmth from the sun. Bucher came and sat down beside him. Strange, he said. Sometimes hundreds die and one doesn't feel anything, and then a single man dies, one who doesn't even concern us much—and it seems as though it were a thousand. 509 nodded. Imagination cannot count. And feeling does not grow stronger through numbers. It can never count beyond one. One—but that's enough if one feels it.

Kada nikoga ne voliš, lakše se podnosi samo?a.

Bez ljubavi smo kao leš na odsustvu.

Najzad, sasvim je dobro što imaju svoje važne sitnice koje ?uvaju i brane. Biti sam, zaista bez ikakve iluzije, to dolazi neposredno pred ludilo ili samoubistvo.