Quotes About Isolation

You will always be a hyena.

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

C'était comme une nuit d'hiver, avec une neige pour étouffer le monde décidément.

J'ai seul la clef de cette parade sauvage.

I have withered within me all human hope. With every silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy. I have called for executioners; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god. I have lain down in the mud, and dried myself off in the crime-infested air. I have played the fool to the point of madness.

Il n'y a personne ici et il y a qeulqu'un: je ne voudrais pas répandre mon trésor.

In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.

On the roads, through winter nights, without a home, without habits, without bread, a voice strangled my frozen heart: "Weakness or strength: Those are your options, so strength it is. You know neither where you're going, nor why you're going, entering anywhere, answering anyone. You're no more likely to be killed than a corpse." By morning, I had developed such a lost, dead expression that those I met may not have even seen me.

O vento Sul me fez lembrar miseráveis incidentes de infância, meus desesperos de verão, a horrível quantidade de força e de ciência que o destino sempre afastou de mim. Não! não passaremos o verão neste país mesquinho onde nada mais seremos que noivos órfãos. Quero que este braço teso não arraste mais uma imagem querida.

Cielos! ¡Somos ya bastantes los condenados aquí abajo! ¡Llevo ya tanto tiempo en su rebaño! Los conozco a todos. Nos reconocemos siempre; nos damos asco.

On highroads on winter nights, without roof, without clothes, without bread, a voice gripped my frozen heart: "Weakness or strength: there you are, it's strength. You do not know where you are going, nor why you are going; enter anywhere, reply to anything. They will no more kill you than if you were a corpse." In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.

He who does not enjoy solitude will not love freedom.

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.

A high degree of intellect tends to make a man unsocial.

Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude

Onni Rellonen skrittet med isnende kaldt hjerte mot løa, en gammel og grå bygning som ikke lenger kunne brukes til annet enn å gjøre slutt på livet.

Creo que en el mundo de hoy la única libertad posible es la indiferencia. Por eso seguiré viviendo con mi sable y mi caballo.

found out later that he lived alone, surrounded by books, both his own and other people's, and that as well as being a hired hunter of books he was an expert on Napoleon's battles. He could set out on a board, from memory, the exact positions of troops on the eve of Waterloo. A

Quien sólo se interesa por los libros no necesita a nadie, y eso me da miedo —

Pero la famosa Leyenda Negra alimentada por los enemigos exteriores de España —que acabaría peleando sola contra casi la totalidad del mundo— nos colocó el sambenito de la exclusiva.

Houve um tempo em que havia homens livres. Havia desertos, estepes, bosques, campos, lugares onde o ser humano podia ser dono de si mesmo. Hoje, a televisão por satélite, o telemóvel, as telecomunicações, a Internet, mataram o homem livre. -- Entrevista ao Expresso, publicada em 29/01/2021 na Edição nº 2518 da Revista

Lejanas, frías en lo alto, las estrellas parpadeaban indiferentes. Estaban acostumbradas a que los hombres se mataran entre sí.

En cuestión de afectos, la guerra era el país de los hombres solos.

Nada traicionan, tanto tiempo después, la mujer que desde hace dos años vive sola junto al mar con un perro y unos libros. Qué otra cosa, decide, seria el impulso, o el deseo, de permanecer abrazada a ese hombre para siempre. Ignora que habrá en su cabeza dentro de un par de horas, cuando la claridad del día despeje del todo e ilumine con mas crudeza su conciencia. Lo cierto es que en este momento, sin duda alguna, desearía morir si el muriera.