Quotes About Isolation

Silence, I believe, avoids me, as water on the beach avoids stranded fish.

We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand before me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs within me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell

Nobody reaches through here, least of all with a message from one who is dead. You, however, sit at your window and dream of the message when evening comes.

Cara signora Milena, la giornata è molto breve, con Lei e soltanto con qualche altra inezia è bell'e passata e terminata. E' molto se rimane un po' di tempo per scrivere alla vera Milena perché quella ancor più vera era qui tutto il giorno nella camera, sul balcone, nelle nuvole.

I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Bio sam uko?en i hladan. Bio sam most, raspet nad bezdanom.

It is possible that some people are sorry for me, but I am not aware of it.

Bu elle tutulamayan, bu korkunç sorumluluk durumunu bütün ac?lar?yla yüklenen biri olaca??m yerde, sözgeliÅŸi odandaki, o her zaman seni görebilen mutlu dolap olsam, ne iyi olurdu: seyrederdim seni, koltukta oturuÅŸunu, mektup yaz???n?, yat???n? ya da uykuya dal???n?.

His escape is ultimately doomed by his utter devotion to his family, which never diminishes. The guilt brought on by Gregor's newfound inability to provide for his family- financially and emotionally- prevents him from attaining any sort of liberation. Perhaps recognizing this conundrum, Gregor chooses to remain an insect.

Kafka regarded the end of The Metamorphosis- its composition in interrupted by a business trip- as unreadable. He also wrote in his diary that he found itbad, but of course Kafka relished his failure. Failure is precisely what he expected and resolved to accomplish- and he hid behind it.

Sometimes she would hide her eyes behind her hands, and then no words could get through to her.

One morning Gregor Samsa found himself, in bed, transformed into a monstrous vermin.

Wie ein Hund!" sagte er, es war, als sollte die Scham ihn überleben.

Als Gregor schon zur Hälfte aus dem Bette ragte – die neue Methode war mehr ein Spiel als eine Anstrengung, er brauchte immer nur ruckweise zu schaukeln – , fiel ihm ein, wie einfach alles wäre, wenn man ihm zu Hilfe käme.

Yesterday evening during a walk every little street noise, every glance directed at me, every photograph in a display case was more important to me than I was.

I avoid people not in order to be able to live in peace, but in order to be able to die in peace.

If you can laugh into the telephone, you must be a very accomplished telephonist. The very thought of the telephone makes me forget laughter.

Toda esta escritura no es otra cosa que la bandera de Robinson en el punto más alto de la isla.

Gregor erschrak, als er seine antwortende Stimme hörte, die wohl unverkennbar seine frühere war, in die sich aber, wie von unten her, ein nicht zu unterdrückendes, schmerzliches Piepsen mischte, das die Worte förmlich nur im ersten Augenblick in ihrer Deutlichkeit beließ, um sie im Nachklang derart zu zerstören, daß man nicht wußte, ob man recht gehört hatte.

Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves and is ready to release what lies deeper.

Kafka, it seems, is at his best when he fails.

Then, at the last moment, I am forced to admit to myself that I was right after all, and that it was really impossible to go down into the burrow without exposing the thing I love best, for a little while at least, to all my enemies, on the ground, in the trees, in the air.

Gaunt, without any fever, not cold, not warm, with vacant eyes, without a shirt, the youngster heaved himself up from under the feather bedding, threw his arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear: 'Doctor, let me die.

Não existe haver , existe apenas um ser , um ser que deseja apenas um último suspiro, a asfixia.