Quotes About Isolation

I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.

Yes, the heat lacerated the heart. And alone she resisted it, entire, virgin, the envy of the sea.

There is something suicidal in a writer's solitude. One is alone even in one's own solitude. Always inconceivable. Always dangerous. Yes. The price one pays for having dared go out and scream.

The person who writes books must always be enveloped by a separation from others.

NgÆ°Æ¡Ì€i ta không tiÌ€m th?y n?i cô Ä'Æ¡n, ngÆ°Æ¡Ì€i ta taÌ£o ra nó. N?i cô Ä'Æ¡n, nó tÆ°Ì£ sinh ra.

NgÆ°Æ¡Ì€i ta cô Ä'Æ¡n Ä'?n tâÌ£n trong n?i cô Ä'Æ¡n c?a chính miÌ€nh. Luôn không th? t??ng tÆ°Æ¡Ì£ng Ä'Æ°Æ¡Ì£c. Luôn nguy hi?m. Vâng. Cái giá ph?i tr? viÌ€ Ä'ã dám Ä'i ra ngoaÌ€i vaÌ€ kêu lên.

All around her are wildernesses, wastes.

Ng??i ta cô Ä'Æ¡n ??n t?n trong ná»—i cô Ä'Æ¡n c?a chính mình. Luôn không th? t??ng t??ng ???c. Luôn nguy hi?m. Vâng. Cái giá ph?i tr? vì Ä'ã dám Ä'i ra ngoài và kêu lên.

they go along together without any sign of impatience, in the way they are alone in a crowd, without happiness, it seems, without sadness, without curiosity, going along without seeming to, without meaning to just going this way rather than that, alone in the crowd, never alone even by themselves, always alone even in the crowd.

You go on talking, all alone in the world, just as you wish. You say love has always struck you as out of place, you've never understood, you've always avoided loving, always wanted to be free not to. You say you're lost. You that you don't know what you're lost to. Or in.

She asks if she's managing to make your body less lonely. You say you can't really understand the word as applied to you. That you can't distinguish between thinking you're lonely and actually becoming lonely.

Caminhais em direcção da solidão. Eu, não, eu tenho os livros

it is in a house that one is alone. not outside it, but inside. outside, in the garden, there are birds and cats. and also, once, a squirrel, and a ferret. one isn't alone in a garden. but inside the house, one is so alone that one can lose one's bearings.

Ná»—i cô Ä'Æ¡n c?a v?n chÆ°Æ¡ng là ná»—i cô Ä'Æ¡n mà n?u không có nó s? không có tác ph?m, ho?c tác ph?m s? ph?i nh? t?ng gi?t máu ?? tìm xem ph?i vi?t thêm gì. M?t máu, nó không còn ???c tác gi? công nh?n n?a.

One does not find solitude, one creates it. Solitude is created alone. I have created it. Because I decided that here was where I should be alone, that I would be alone to write books. It happened this way. I was alone in this house. I shut myself in—of course, I was afraid. And then I began to love it.

Loneliness does not arise so much from something lost as from a longing for something well remembered. Isolation cares nothing for memory.

Casi todo lo que sabemos del prójimo es de segunda mano. Si por casualidad un hombre se confiesa, aboga por su causa, con su apología pronta. Si lo observamos, deja de estar solo.

Come il viaggiatore che naviga tra le isole dell'Arcipelago vede levarsi a sera i vapori luminosi, e scopre a poco a poco la linea della costa, così io comincio a scorgere il profilo della mia morte.

L'amour est un châtiment. Nous sommes punis de n'avoir pas pu rester seuls.

Yaln?zl?k... Onlar?n inand??? gibi inanm?yorum, onlar?n yaÅŸad??? gibi yaÅŸam?yorum, onlar?n sevdiÄŸi gibi sevmiyorum... Onlar?n öldüÄŸü gibi öleceÄŸim.

Fui solo. Poi la solitudine mi spaventò. Non si è mai del tutto soli: disgraziatamente si è sempre con se stessi.

I forced myself to stop thinking about it. I went to the room in my brain where all my thoughts about Adam lived and disconnected the electricity and boarded up all the doors and windows, so nothing could get out. Obviously it was very unsightly. There were bound to be complaints from the neighboring thoughts. But I had no choice.

The ability to talk to other people seemed to be leaking out of me like air out of an old balloon.