Quotes About Isolation

Das Individuum musste immer darum kämpfen, nicht von der Horde überwältigt zu werden. Wer es versucht, wird sehr oft einsam sein und manchmal voller Furcht. Doch kein Preis ist zu hoch für das Privileg, sich selbst zu gehören.

If I must have pity, then I do not want to be called such; and if I do have pity, then rather from a distance.

there they laugh: they understand me not; I am not the mouth for these ears.

taught us to be aware of ourselves as isolated egos existing "inside" our bodies; it has led us to set a higher value on mental than manual work; it has enabled huge industries to sell products – especially to women – that would make us owners of the "ideal body"; it has kept doctors from seriously considering the psychological dimensions of illness, and psychotherapists from dealing with their patients' bodies.

the properties of a particle can only be understood in terms of its activity—of its interaction with the surrounding environment—and that the particle, therefore, cannot be seen as an isolated entity but has to be understood as an integrated part of the whole.

The physical theory suffers from the same affect as humanism; it attempts to live on its own fat and breathe the very air which it has already exhaled from its scientific lungs.

There, in a place of peace in the lonely abandonment of a cold windswept cave; there, under the floor of the world, He Who is born without a mother in heaven, is born without a father on earth.

Virginity among pagans meant a bodily condition, a physical intactness, a preserved isolation, to which there was nothing corresponding in the man. Hence pagans never glorified the virgin man, but only the virgin maid. But with Christianity, virginity ceased to mean physical intactness but unity. It meant not separation but relationship, not the will of another person alone, but also the will of God.

Here is the answer to the riddle of love. Love implies relation. If lived in isolation, it becomes selfishness; if absorbed in collectivity, it loses its personality and, therefore, the right to love.

To be devoid of love is the essence of hell.

The minute you become something they don't want to look at, they stop looking at you. It's that simple. You join the void. That much I'm sure of." Ford, G.M. (2012-07-17). Who In Hell Is Wanda Fuca? (A Leo Waterman Mystery) (Kindle Locations 2431-2432). AmazonEncore. Kindle Edition.

a petri dish in the ocean of life.

Always. At every moment, asleep and awake, during the most sublime and most abject moments, Amaranta thought of Rebeca, because solitude had made a selection in her memory and had burned the dimming piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated in her heart, and had purified, magnified, and eternalized the others, the most bitter ones.

Si vas a volverte loco, vuelve te solo

Aureliano Secondo tornò nella casa coi suoi bauli, convinto che non soltanto Ursula, ma anche tutti gli abitanti di Macondo stavano aspettando che spiovesse per morire. Li aveva visti, passando, seduti nei salotti con lo sguardo assorto e le braccia incrociate, intenti a sentir trascorrere un tempo intero, un tempo non domato, perchè era inutile dividerlo in mesi e in anni, e i giorni in ore, se non si poteva far altro che contemplare la pioggia

la pauvreté est comme un mal qu'on endort en soi et qui ne donne pas trop de douleur, à condition de ne pas trop bouger. On s'y habitue, on finit par ne plus y prendre garde tant qu'on reste avec elle tapie dans l'obscurité; mais qu'on s'avise de la sortir au grand jour, et on s'effraie, on la voit enfin, si sordide qu'on hésite à l'exposer au soleil. (Ch. XIII)

Silent, she thought that poverty was like a sickness you put to sleep inside you, and it didn't hurt too much as long as you didn't move. You grew used to it, you ended up not paying much attention to it as long as you stayed tucked away with it in the dark; but when you took the notion of going out with it in daylight, it became frightening to the sight, so ugly you could not expose it to the sun.

Tant de choses qu'on imagine quand on est tout seul, et de la tempête dehors!

And of course it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't been with a women since I came to your bed back in February-Devlin.

I'm solitary as a pulled tooth, Lonely as an unwelcome truth, Lost as a minnow out of school, A genius in a crop of fools.

I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn't glow. The sun didn't rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes. West and South, Wind and rain. Every way is Just the same. Pray give me a box To hide inside. Pray give me a spade To dig my own grave.

Everyone else reached the Shores of Sleep, but I remained oceans away.

I saw the other loners the way everyone else did-as unappealing, as to be avoided at all costs. If I hung out with one of them, I thought, my unpopular status would get worse, not better, because it would be magnified by association.

People commit thousands of small suicides every day that go unnoticed