Quotes About Isolation

If love is exiled from cities, their good nature becomes an evil nature.

Losing your anchor, feeling yourself to be light is not an advantage, it's cruel to yourself and to others.

She felt alone, she was secretly waiting for a father who wasn't showing up, she could no longer hold the confusion of that day within the limits of a game.

I am in danger of going deaf, mute, and turning nihilistic thanks to the countless failures and the unpredictability of rare successes.

The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.

There are people who leave and people who know how to be left.

Se encontraban en uno de esos lugares, especie de última estación, en donde los viejos solitarios esperan un tren desconocido con destino igualmente desconocido, y todo lo que los rodea ha dejado de existir.

La voluntad de separarse del Todo es el infierno.

silence is solitude.

Diego, estoy sola. - Frida Kahlo en su diario, 1955. Diego, ya no estoy sola. - Frida Kahlo, 3 días después. Mundo, estoy solo. - México, 19 de septiembre de 1985. Mundo, ya no estoy solo. - México, 21 de septiembre de 1985.

After all, when you take a walk you're after solitude, and if the solitude won't come to you, you must go to it.

Only the TV sounds are real, they are the actual events. All the people around here experience the same things at the same time, except for some loner, who switches to the educational channel.

Der Herdeninstinkt schätzt ja überhaupt das Mittlere hoch ein. Er preist es als wertvoll. Sie glauben, sie seien stark, weil sie die Mehrheit bilden. In der mittleren Schicht gibt es keinen Schrecken, keine Furcht. Aneinanderdrängen sie sich um der Illusion von Wärme willen. Mit nichts ist man im Mittleren allein, mit sich selbst schon gar nicht.

ONA se ose?a isklju?eno iz svega, jer je isklju?ena iz svega. Drugi idu dalje, ?ak se i penju preko nje. Tako malu prepreku predstavlja ona. Putnik odlazi, ali ona ostaje, kao mastan papir od sendvi?a, da leži na putu, u najboljem slu?aju malo vijori na vetru. Papir ne može daleko, on truli na licu mesta. To truljenje zahteva godine, godine bez promena.

Ona se osje?a isklju?ena iz svega, jer i jest isklju?ena iz svega. Drugi idu naprijed penju?i se pritom preko nje. ?ini se da je ona jedina prepreka na putu. Šeta?i prolaze, a ona ostaje ležati poput odba?ena zamaš?ena papira koji otpuhuju naleti vjetra. Zamaš?en papir ne može daleko odletjeti; trune ondje gdje je. A proces raspadanja traje godinama, koje se bezli?no nižu.

I want to sharpen my pride on what strengthens me, my witness on what haunts me. Whatever we name ourselves, however we end up shattering our self-hatred, shame, silence, and isolation, the goal is the same: to end our daily material oppression.

I wouldn't go up on a stage now if you paid a thousand dollars for one minute of acting. It's a nasty experience. You're up there all by yourself. You're so damn exposed.

You draw closer to truth by shutting yourself off from mankind.

I have no sounds that could serve to soothe me, no violoncello like him, no lament that anyone would recognize as a lament because it sounds subdued, in an inexpressibly tender language. I have only these lines on the yellowish paper and words that are never new, for they keep saying the same thing through an entire life.

Look, if I were alone in the world, I would have the right to choose despair, solitude and self-fulfillment. But I am not alone.

I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes were open and I was alone—terribly alone in a world without God and without man.

The eternal pauper in the great marketplace of ideas and of the world, I had nothing to teach anyone. I didn't have anything anyone wanted.

I'm not happy," Rósza said. "Why not?" "I don't know." "Are you worried about school?" "No." "Then why?" "Because I'm alone." I felt a wave of exasperation and despair. Was that what all of life was going to be like - you had to be sad when you didn't have a boyfriend?

Please don't leave me all alone." Was that what I, too was afraid of? And maybe not just me, but everyone?