Quotes About Isolation

25. Jedynie uciekaj?c od ?wiata mo?na si? nim cieszy?.

De când m? cunosc am avut anxiet??i atât de adânci în privinÅ£a afirm?rii propriei mele existenÅ£e spirituale,încât tot restul mi-a r?mas indiferent.

They embraced one another, her little body burned in K.'s hands, they rolled, in a semi-conscious state from which K. tried constantly but unsuccessfully to surface, a little way on, bumped into Klamm's door with a hollow thud, then lay there in the puddles of beer and the rubbish

Als Gregor Samsa eines Morgens aus unruhigen Träumen erwachte, fand er sich in seinem Bett zu einem ungeheuren Ungeziefer verwandelt.

die anderen ist. Und daß es so

Leave me my books! I have nothing else.

I shall move somewhere into the woods and try to improve myself.

Jeder Mensch trägt ein Zimmer in sich.

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.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

Wild horses couldn't drag me away from a summer on the Stockholm archipelago.

I think true wilderness can still be found, but it's hard to reach and dangerous when you get there, which is probably why it still exists.

I moved about 45 minutes from West Hollywood, and I live surrounded by nature and the wilderness, but I constantly find myself walking around, like in the commercial, saying, 'Can you hear me now?'

I can't sleep in an isolated place without pills, earplugs, and both my children in bed with me for fear of scary, feral characters with a hankering for the wilderness.

From the top of a high rock, I obtained a good few of the most extensive and dreary wilderness I ever beheld. It chilled the heart to gaze on these barrens of Labrador. Indeed, I now dread every change of harbor, so horridly rugged and dangerous is the whole coast and country to the eye, and to the experienced man either of the sea or the land.

I draw great comfort from remoteness and wildness. I suppose that is why I have always felt the lure of the Arctic so acutely.

If you want to get to the top, there's always the risk that it will isolate you from other people.

In my mid-adolescence, my friend Terry Martin and I became obsessed with William F. Buckley. This makes more sense when you realize that we were living in Bible Belt farming country miles from civilization. Buckley seemed impossibly exotic.

Maybe myself out of anybody has experience playing in empty gyms, either in the G League or my first year at Williams.

It was a mistake of mine to train like that, with friends, at home. It was a handicap I should not have given myself. In Croatia, we do not have big camps like in other countries, but I was not willing to go away to train.

I had, toward the last, been shut off from all visitors, and so when the lawyer, Peter A. Hendricks, came and told me that friends of mine were willing to take charge of me if I would rather be with them than in the asylum, I was only too glad to give my consent.

As a very small child I found recorded noise and the solitary singer beneath the spotlight so dramatic and so brave... walking the plank... willingly... It was sink or swim. The very notion of standing there, alone, I found beautiful.

I used to run ten miles every other day and eat very little. I was living in London on my own for the first time and no one was checking on me. I wasn't anorexic but lost three stone. I weighed around seven. It lasted six months until I ran out of willpower.

I think Mr. Wilson will have to be the rest of the way alone.