Quotes About Isolation

People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.

If you are afraid of loneliness, don't marry.

I am now and have always been a stranger to the realm of practical matters.

There are no small number of people in this world who, solitary by nature, always try to go back into their shell like a hermit crab or a snail.

If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.

Isolation in creative work is an onerous thing. Better to have negative criticism than nothing at all.

There was the place where all the shouted words fall into the water. They're too weak to make it from shore to shore. I saw the words underwater, millions of them; they're lying there on the bottom of the sea, a whole load of wrecked sentences, sentences that never reached their destination, questions from one side and answers from the other…

They saw him walk away, leave a world he'd never really been part of. They saw him pull his hat down low and get onto his bike. He forgot the Walkman's earplugs. Maybe, Anna thought, he didn't need them anymore; maybe the white noise had finally made it into his head.

The white noise from the old Walkman enveloped them both; like a blanket of new snow, it draped itself over them, shutting out all the curious looks. And the world under the blanket was - surprisingly, wonderfully - absolutely, quiet.

They're the ones inside a soap bubble. Not me.

There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.

I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea shining in his head frightened people and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.

I myself am an absolute abyss.

I, myself, spent 9 years in an insane asylum and never had any suicidal tendencies, but I know that every conversation I had with a psychiatrist during the morning visit made me long to hang myself because I was aware that I could not slit his throat.

Estoy entrgado a la nada. I am delivered up to nothingness.

Se le instaló el desamparo en la voluntad.

Un libro es una madriguera para no ser visto y una isla desierta en la que encontrarse a salvo y también un vehículo de huida.

She looked around and wouldn't understand how she'd reached this point, by what sum of errors, as if after a long, difficult journey she found herself in the wrong station, her suitcases on the ground, the train she'd been on disappearing in the distance and no other in sight, and nobody in the station, not even an open clerk's window where she could consult timetables or buy another ticket.

En casa uno facilmente puede sentirse encerrado, agobiado por la falta de horizonte, por la excesiva familiaridad de las cosas. En el cafe se es a la vez sedentario y transeunte, y si uno tiene la suerte de ocupar una mesa junto al ventanal, la situacion es admirable, perfecta: uno es la estampa involuntaria del desconocido que mira la calle tras los cristales del cafe, y esa figura, ese anonimato, le concede una vision alejada y un poco novelesca de si mismo.

lemme spell it out it's not an equation you're the border and i'm the nation you're talkin peace i'm under occupation so what's better? isolation? oh fuck that i need a relation a station without limitation another minute before i begin my invasion and then we can rise to the sweet occasion

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.

You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.