Quotes About Isolation

Take one sexually inept wage-slave,'" she went on, "'one dissatisfied female, two or (if preferred) three small television-addicts; marinate in a mixture of Freudism and dilute Christianity; then bottle up tightly in a four-room flat and stew for fifteen years in their own juice.

So long as it remains out of touch with the rest of the world, an ideal society can be a viable society.

Perhaps, in the future, when machines have attained to a state of perfection—for I confess that I am, like Godwin and Shelley, a believer in perfectibility, the perfectibility of machinery—then, perhaps, it will be possible for those who, like myself, desire it, to live in a dignified seclusion, surrounded by the delicate attentions of silent and graceful machines, and entirely secure from any human intrusion.

I am not very sociable and am always glad to return to solitude and the freedom that goes with solitude. This desire for freedom and solitude has lead to a not only to a consistent effort to avoid situations in which I would be under the control of other people, but also to an indifference to the satisfactions of power and position, things which impose a servitude...

Por su misma naturaleza, cada espíritu con una encarnación está condenado a padecer y gozar en la soledad.

They're well off; they're safe; they're never ill; they're not afraid of death; they're blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they're plagued with no mothers or fathers; they've got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they're so conditioned that they practically can't help behaving as they ought to behave.

it is natural to believe in God when you're alone—quite alone, in the night, thinking about death . . ." "But people never are alone now," said Mustapha Mond. "We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it's almost impossible for them ever to have it.

Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain.

That which had made Helmholtz so uncomfortably aware of being himself and all alone was too much ability.

But all the same," insisted the Savage, "it is natural to believe in God when you're alone—quite alone, in the night, thinking about death …" "But people never are alone now," said Mustapha Mond. "We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it's almost impossible for them ever to have it.

If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.

But all the same," insisted the Savage, "it is quite natural to believe in God when you're alone-quite alone, in the night, thinking about death …" "But people never are alone now," said Mustapha Mond. "We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it's almost impossible for them to ever have it.

If one's different, one's bound to be lonely. They're beastly to one.

Nimeni nu te poate ajuta,nimeni nu poate fi vreodata prezent:oamenii pot sta în jurul t?u cât timp suferi ÅŸi eÅŸti pe moarte;dar ei stau într-o alt? lume.În lumea ta,eÅŸti absolut singur.Singur în suferinÅ£a ta,în agonia ta,aÅŸa cum eÅŸti singur în iubire,singur pân? ÅŸi în pl?cerea cea mai deplin împ?rt??it?.

Si uno es diferente se ve condenado a la soledad. Los demás le tratan brutalmente.

At Malpais he had suffered because they had shut him out from the communal activities of the pueblo, in civilized London he was suffering because he could not escape from those communal activities, never be quietly alone.

But all the same," insisted the Savage, "it is natural to believe in God when you're alone—quite alone, in the night, thinking about death…

Lo que había dado a Helmholtz la desagradable conciencia de ser él mismo y estar totalmente solo, era un exceso de inteligencia.

Swallowing half an hour before closing time, that second dose of soma had raised a quite impenetrable wall between the actual universe and their minds. Bottled, they crossed the street; bottled, they took the lift up to Henry's room on the twenty-eight floor.

EÄŸer farkl?ysan, yaln?zl??a mahkûm oluyorsun.

O ser diferente condena a uma fatal solidão.

Books, he said—books. One reads so many, and one sees so few people and so little of the world. Great thick books about the universe and the mind and ethics. You've no idea how many there are. I must have read twenty or thirty tons of them in the last five years. Twenty tons of ratiocination. Weighted with that, one's pushed out into the world.

By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude.

Linda was dying in company - in company and with all modern conveniences.