Quotes About Isolation

N'être qu'un est une prison

And what a refreshing and happy horror that there was nobody there! Not even we, who walked there, were there… For we were nobody. We were nothing at all… We had no life for Death to have to kill. We were so tenuous and slight that the wind's passing left us prostrate, and time's passage caressed us like a breeze grazing the top of a palm.

When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial

I feel so isolated that I'm aware of the distance between me and my suit.

A happy past in whose remembrance I would also be happy, with nothing in the present that would cheer or even interest me, with no dream or possibility of a future that could be any different from this present or have a past other than this past! – here lies my life, a conscious ghost of a paradise I never knew, a stillborn corpse of my unrealized hopes.

No one understands anyone else.

Nasciamo senza saper parlare e moriamo senza aver saputo dire. La nostra vita trascorre fra il silenzio di chi tace e il silenzio di chi non è stato compreso, e intorno a tutto ciò, come un'ape in un luogo senza fiori, aleggia sconosciuto un inutile destino.

Amigos, nenhum. Só uns conhecidos que julgam que simpatizam comigo e teriam talvez pena se um comboio me passasse por cima e o enterro fosse em dia de chuva

To love is to tire of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves. (It's exceedingly important that we not love).

a mild indifference should protect our soul from the dull blows inflicted by our unavoidable coexistence with other people.

I'm like a being from another existence who passes, with a certain amount of interest, through this one. I'm alien to it in every way. There's a kind of glass sheet between me and it. I want the glass to be perfectly clear, so that it will in no way hinder my examination of what's behind it, but I always want the glass.

Those who truly suffer don't form a group or go around as a mob. Those who suffer, suffer alone.

I never was but an isolated bon vivant, which is absurd; or a mystic bon vivant, which is an impossible thing.

Ma evitando quel contatto mi sono isolato, e nell'isolarmi ho esacerbato la mia sensibilità già eccessiva. ... Non ho mai considerato il suicidio come una soluzione perché io odio la vita per l'amore che sento per essa. Mi ci è voluto del tempo a capire il penoso equivoco in cui vivo con me stesso. Una volta convinto mi sono addolorato, cosa che mi succede ogni volta che mi convinco di qualcosa, perché la convinzione per me è sempre la perdita di un'illusione.

The rain outside was cold in Hadrian's soul.

I prefer a defeat that knows the beauty of flowers to a victory in the desert, full of blindness in the soul, alone with its isolated nothingness.

Porque, al final, ¿quién soy, cuando no juego? Un pobre huérfano abandonado en la calle de las Sensaciones, tiritando de frío por las esquinas de la Realidad, que tiene que dormir en la escalinata de la Tristeza y comer el pan que le da la Fantasía.

Em jogo estaria a seguinte tese: pode um homem, psicológica e espiritualmente, viver de um modo completamente autossuficiente, sem precisar de mais ninguém?

We are hollow inside and out, pariahs of anticipation and promise.

I am troubled by a crushing physical sense of other people's lack of comprehension.

Colaborar, relacionarse, hacer cosas con otros es un impulso metafísicamente enfermizo. El alma que es dada al individuo no debe prestarse a sus relaciones con los demás. El hecho divino de existir no debe ser entregado al hecho satánico de coexistir.

I feel this because I feel nothing. I think this because this is nothing. Nothing, nothing, part of the night and the silence and what I share with them of vacancy, of negativity, of in-betweenness, a gap between me and myself, something forgotten by some god or other … 442

I was shipwrecked beneath a stormless sky in a sea shallow enough to stand up in.

16 [74] [...] Ships that pass in the night and neither acknowledge or recognize one another [...]