Quotes About Isolation

Yes: the heart of his agony would be loneliness. He took time to realize this, being slow. The incestuous jealousy, the mortification, the rage at his past obtuseness—these might pass, and having done much harm they did pass. Memories of Clive might pass. But the loneliness remained. He would wake and gasp "I've no one!" or "Oh Christ, what a world!

Helen forgot people. They were husks that had enclosed her emotion.

Both times it was loneliness, and the night, and panic afterwards.

She and the victim seemed alone in a world of unreality, and she loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.

und verstand nichts, nur dass der Mensch geschaffen worden ist, ohne Hilfe des Himmels Schmerzen und Einsamkeit zu erleiden.

He understood nothing except that man has been created to feel pain and loneliness without help from heaven.

People never touched one another. The custom had become obsolete, owing to the Machine.

La Máquina es mucho, pero no lo es todo. Ahora veo a algo que se parece a ti en esta placa, pero no te veo a ti. Oigo algo que se parece a ti en este teléfono, pero no te oigo a ti.

He is the sort who are all right so long as they keep to things—books, pictures—but kill when they come to people.

Creamos la Máquina para que actuase según nuestra voluntad, pero ya no somos capaces de hacer que la Máquina se someta a ella. Nos ha robado el sentido del espacio y el sentido del tacto, ha disuelto las relaciones humanas y ha reducido el amor a un mero acto carnal, ha paralizado nuestros cuerpos y nuestra voluntad y ahora nos conmina a adorarla. La Máquina se desarrolla, pero no a nuestro servicio.

We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It was robbed us of the sense of space and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation... it has paralysed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it... The Machine proceeds--but not to our goal.. if it could work without us, it would let us die

Oh, fence me out if you like! Fence me out as much as you like! But never in. Oh Harcourt, never in.

You are capable of more than you know. Choose a goal that seems right for you and strive to be the best, however hard the path. Aim high. Behave honorably. Prepare to be alone at times, and to endure failure. Persist! The world needs all you can give.

Mr. Churchill is proud of Britain's stand alone, after France had fallen and before America entered the War.

Alford was going to start this fast the same way he had started everything else, alone and uncertain

?nsanlar?n hikayelerini yazanlar evvela ?unu bilmeli: Kaderini yaz?yorsun yaln?z olacaks?n. Hem de hep.

Bugün kimse sana dokunmasa mesela. Öyle dursan. Kimse "Neyin var?" diye sormasa. Çünkü insan?n hiçbir ?eyinin olmad??? günler de olur. Hiçbir ?ey günleri...

?nsan çok yaln?zken, bir tane daha kendinden do?uruyordu içinde, 'Korkma!' desin diye…

Biz ölünce-siz susuyorsunuz ya,biz ondan ölüyoruz i?te-ölünce biz,kar??s?nda durup susaca??n?z kimse olmayacak.Silahlar?n?zla yaln?z ba??n?za kalacaks?n?z. Ho?ça kal?n.

Thus Betty scraped through a second bitter crisis, one that might have shattered a character more brittle. But she had grown sharp as bile from this, her latest shock, and each passing day increased her edge. Worse, there was no one now to notice her shrinking humanity and cry halt...by turns she would become lightheaded, cackling away like one insane. It was the lightness of one who has nothing more to lose.

And there, on that road, that very minute, he started to play - the most lonesome music that them priests ever in their lives heard. It brought water out o' their teeth, so it did.

He didn't want to be a sucker, but he didn't want to be alone. Everything ached and all the choices felt wrong.

He wasn't going to be alone after she died, but the world was going to be a lonelier place without her.

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.