Quotes About Isolation

in a world where vast geographical spaces could suddenly shrink to the dimensions of a coffin

En un oasis uno puede beber, comer, curarse las heridas, descansar, pero si el oasis es de horror, si sólo existen oasis de horror, el viajero podrá confirmar, esta vez de forma fehaciente, que la carne es triste, que llega un día en que todos los libros están leídos y que viajar es un espejismo. Hoy, todo parece indicar que sólo existen oasis de horror o que la deriva de todo oasis es hacia el horror.

una larga espera inerme, una espera cuya columna vertebral era el desamparo, algo muy latinoamericano, por otra parte, una sensación familiar, algo que si uno lo pensaba bien experimentaba todos los días

She was just a sad girl, I think, lost now among the multitudes.

Ésta es mi última transmisión desde el planeta de los monstruos. No me sumergiré nunca más en el mar de mierda de la literatura.

Mi poema se llama "Todos sufren". No me importa que me miren.

Aunque ser distinta signifique ser maravillosa, de igual manera trae problemas. Quizá la solución es ser distinto a solas, escondido, en tu casa, en tu pieza, a lo más con un amigo al frente, pero nada de actuar fuera de lo normal en la calle, delante de otras personas, y mucho menos en el colegio. Si no, al final uno termina solo.

It was as though she was an exile from a world that saw things her way

A person alone in a room is like the soul in the body.

I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.

To recognize you are the source of your own loneliness is not a cure for it. But it is a step toward seeing that it is not inevitable, and that such a choice is not irrevocable.

Utter loneliness was planted in me then, and sent its deep roots down into me.

sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.

I felt a familiar squeezing in what I thought must be my heart. I had heard of being "heartbroken" or "heavy-hearted" but I had never known it was an actual sensation one felt when the whole world abandons you

It is like being two foreigners, trapped in a land we have come to, unable to return to our own, and having only each other to confirm the reality of the place we once lived.

Locked into loneliness were we two and looking at one another every evening we each saw the one we blamed for it.

I was lonely, and a lonely heart has hungers that can overpower both common sense and dignity.

I've returned and I look around me and think, I've missed my life. While I was off and alone, it went on here, without me, and I'm forever doomed to be a stranger in my own home.

Sound seemed muted, and night darker, scent and taste dulled. It was as if the world had been robbed of its brightness. He had left me behind to dwell alone in a dimmed and stale place.

To go without solitude is like going without salt.

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.

I floated. I had been part of something immense, but now I was torn loose. Broken away from the great purpose that had used me as a conduit. Useless. Again.

Isolation was better than shame. I would continue on my own. This was my fight and no one else

Humanity has become a lonely race, and dangerously arrogant in our solitude.