Quotes About Isolation

En mi cielo interior no ha habido nunca una misera estrella.

Solitude devastates me, company oppresses me.

What's in all this besides myself? Ah, but that, and that alone, is tedium. In all of this – the sky, the earth, the world – there is nothing at all but me!

Mi s-a vorbit despre oameni,despre umanitate, Numai c? eu n-am v?zut niciodat? nici oameni,nici umanitate. Am v?zut diver?i oameni vertiginos de diferi?i unii fa?? de al?ii, Fiecare separat de cel?lalt de un spa?iu lipsit de oameni.

Nadie comprende a otro. Somos, como dijo el poeta, islas en el mar de la vida; corre entre nosotros el mar que nos define y nos separa. Por más que un alma se esfuerce por saber qué cosa es otra alma, no sabrá sino lo que le diga una palabra.?

We all live far away and anonymous; disguised, we suffer as unknowns.

Özgürlük, yaln?z kalabilmeye denir. Ä°nsanlardan uzaklaÅŸabiliyorsan, onlara hiçbir muhtaçl???n, paraya ihtiyac?n, sürüye uyma içgüdün, aÅŸka, ÅŸana ÅŸöhrete hevesin ya da merak?n yoksa özgürsündür, bunlar?n hepsi sadece yaln?zl?ktan ve sessizlikten beslenir. Yaln?z yaÅŸayam?yorsan, doÄŸuÅŸtan kölesin demektir.

Özgür doÄŸduÄŸun, kendi kendine yetebilen, insanlardan uzak durabilen biri olduÄŸun halde, zavall?n?n teki olduÄŸun için insanlarla ya??yorsan, yaz?klar olsun sana. Ä°ÅŸte bu, nereye gidersen git, kendinde birlikte ta??yaca??n trajedindir.

A liberdade é a possibilidade do isolamento.

A tua janela é alta, A tua casa branquinha. Nada lhe sobra ou lhe falta Senão morares sozinha.

I'll die as I've lived, amid all the junk on the outskirts, sold by weight among the postscripts of the broken.

A senhora da Agonia Tem um nicho na Igreja. Mas a dor que me agonia Não tem ninguém quem a veja.

And all that remains is me, a poor abandoned child, whom no Love wanted as an adopted son, and no Friendship chose as a playmate.

E assim escondo-me atrás da porta, para que a Realidade, quando entra, me não veja. Escondo-me debaixo da mesa, donde, subitamente, prego sustos à Possibilidade. De modo que desligo de mim, como aos dois braços de um amplexo, os dois grandes tédios que me cingem- o tédio de poder viver só o Real, e o tédio de poder conceber só o Possível.

Los existencialistas no piensan en el hombre como especie, sino en su absoluta singularidad. En

Io sarò anche Satana, Belzebù, quello che vi pare, ma so cos'è il dolore perchè io stesso l'ho provato e lo provo tuttora per la mia solitudine, per l'odio che hai suscitato contro di me. Insomma, ti confesso che quel poveretto mi fa compassione. E che vorrei dargli una mano.

The fact is, when men carry the same ideals in their hearts, nothing can isolate them - neither prison walls nor the sod of cemeteries. For single memory, a single spirit, a single idea, a single conscience, a single dignity will sustain them all.

inspired my own life. Victory has thousands father but failure always find itself an orphan. --Fidel Castro

There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless.

Why be a dumb dud? Do your friends shun you? Do people cross the street when they see you approaching? Do they run up the steps of strange houses, pretend they live there and force their way into the hall while you are passing by? If this is the sort of person you are, you must avail yourself today of this new service. Otherwise, you might as well be dead.

Supposing you are a lady so completely dumb that the dogs in the street do not think you are worth growling at.

sitting with him was like sitting by yourself; he didn't talk except when it suited him. You asked him a question in the morning and he might answer in the afternoon, or he might never.

There won't be any biographies of me, for only one reason, lives spent between the house and the chicken farm do not make for exciting copy.

The isolated imagination is easily corrupted by theory, but the writer inside his community seldom has such a problem.