Quotes About Isolation

Gece gündüz, uykuda olsun, uyan?k olsun, vücuduna saplanm?? bir oku ta??mak demek. Çekilir ÅŸey deÄŸil bu.

I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.

But sometimes I really felt as though the starry sky rose and fell with the gasping of his chest.

Wherever I turn, the black wave rushes down on me.

He] used to be so insignificant that one literally felt alone in his presence.

I can never tear myself open wide enough to people to reveal everything and so frighten them away.

Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

I did not fall heavily, nor did I feel any pain, but I felt so weak and unhappy that I buried my face in the ground: I could not bear the strain of seeing around me the things of the earth. I felt convinced that every movement and every thought was forced, and that one had to be one's guard against them. Yet nothing seemed more natural than to lie here on the grass, my arms beside my body, my face hidden.

Wir brauchen aber die Bücher, die auf uns wirken wie ein Unglück, das uns sehr schmerzt, wie der Tod eines, den wie lieber hatten als uns, wie wenn wir in Wälder verstoßen würden, von allen Menschen weg, wie ein Selbstmord, ein Buch muss die Axt sein für das gefrorene Meer in uns.

What do I have in common with the Jews? I don't even have anything in common with myself.

The amount of quiet I need does not exist in the world, from which it follows that no one ought to need so much quiet.

This afternoon I couldn't get out of bed, not because I was too tired but because I was too heavy - again and again that word, it's the only one that fits me, do you understand this at all? It's something like the "heaviness" of a ship which has lost its rudder and which says to the waves: I'm too heavy for myself and for you too light.

A piece like a segment has been cut out of the back of his head. The sun looks in and the whole world with it. It makes him nervous, it distracts him from his work, and moreover it irritates him that he should be the very one excluded from the spectacle.

when I try to write down something like the following, the swords whose points surround me in a circle, begin slowly to approach the body, it's the most complete torture; when they begin to graze me, I don't mean pierce, when they merely begin to graze me it's already so terrible that I immediately, at the first scream, betray you, myself, everything.

How lonely it is here, and how well it suits you.

WHEN Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous insect.

Without any way out, not even toward the depth.

Alone I continue living, yet when a visitor arrives it kills me.

When one is alone, imperfection must be endured every minute of the day.

No one will read what I write here, no one will come to help me... My ship is rudderless, it's driven by the wind blowing into the nethermost regions of death.

Yet Gregor's sister was playing so beautifully. Her face was leant to one side, following the lines of music with a careful and melancholy expression. Gregor crawled a little further forward, keeping his head close to the ground so that he could meet her eyes if the chance came.

I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.

Extraordinary,' said the Burgomaster, 'extraordinary. And now do you think of staying here in Riva with us?' 'I think not', said the Hunter with a smile, and, to excuse himself, he laid his hand on the Burgomaster's knee. 'I am here, more than that I do not know, further than that I cannot go. My ship has no rudder, and it is driven by the wind that blows in the undermost regions of death.' (The Hunter Gracchus)

Sometimes I'm overcome with such an aversion to human beings that I can barely refrain from retching.