Quotes About Isolation

No hay esperanza para el vagabundo que está de pie en el magistrado. Si a través de sus balbuceos brota algo desgarrador que atraviesa el alma, no será escuchado ni por el magistrado, ni por los circunstantes. Es un grito mudo. Y los desgraciados entre ellos son casi siempre también sordos, los unos para los otros. Y cada desgraciado, bajo la presión de la indiferencia general, trata, mediante la mentira o la inconsciencia, de hacerse sordo a sí mismo.

2 prisonniers, dans des cachots voisins, qui communiquent par des coups frappés contre le mur. Le mur est ce qui les sépare, mais aussi ce qui leur permet de communiquer. Ainsi nous et Dieu. Toute séparation est un lien

In some respects, writing was his only form of human interaction.

He even got used to living in a lack of privacy like that of a monkey in a Zoo. After a time he could without self-consciousness sit and read the Paris editions

He wandered to the window. In that blast of snow, the shaft of the Plymouth National Bank Building was aspiring as a cathedral; twenty gray stories, with unbroken vertical lines swooping up beyond his vision into the snowy fog. It had nobility, but it seemed cruel, as lone and contemptuous of friendly human efforts as a forgotten tower on the Siberian steppes. How indifferently it would watch him starve and freeze!

But after a fortnight he could enter the lounge, ignore the human furniture, and rustle his newspaper with almost as much relaxation as he had felt in his library in Zenith. He was becoming accustomed to the home of the homeless.

Thule was sighted, but only from afar.

Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand!-- There is no breeze upon the fern, No ripple on the lake, Upon her eyry nods the erne, The deer has sought the brake; The small birds will not sing aloud, The springing trout lies still, So darkly glooms yon thunder-cloud, That swathes, as with a purple shroud

GUARDIA ...dopo molto tempo, vediamo lei, Antigone, che lancia un grido acuto, come di uccello angosciato alla vista del nido deserto.»

Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

I feel like I've been on this massive long, lonely journey, and none of my friends could ever understand it, even Natalie. I think I kind of hated them for that.

Above all, staring at my old bedroom ceiling, I feel safe. Cocooned from the world; wrapped up in cotton wool. No one can get me here. No one even knows I'm here. I won't get any nasty letters and I won't get any nasty phone calls and I won't get any nasty visitors. It's like a sanctuary. I feel as if I'm fifteen again, with nothing to worry about but my Homework. (And I haven't even got any of that.)

People drive by in their colorful convertibles with the roof down, looking all relaxed and friendly, as if you might stroll up to them while they're pausing at the light and start a conversation. It's the opposite of Britain, where everyone's in their own self-contained metal box, swearing at the rain.

Episode 5: Meanwhile, they'd all lost touch, because they didn't have Facebook and phones were expensive or whatever. (You do have to feel sorry for the older generation. I mean, all this "pay phones" and "telegrams" and "airmail." How did they cope?)

I can't believe how much damage has been done, just from teenage loves meeting again. People should never come into contact with their first loves, I decide. There should be some official form of quarantine. The rule should be: you break up with your teenage lover and that's it. One of you has to emigrate.

How many divorces are caused by the word nothing? I think this would be a very interesting statistic.

My phone is my people. It's my friends. It's my family. It's my work. It's my world. It's everything. I feel like someone's wrenched my life support system away from me.

My shoulders hunch even harder. I'm allergic to family occasions. Sometimes I think we'd do better as Dandelion seeds - no family, no history, just floating off into the world, each on our own piece of fluff.

Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand

Depressive Episodes. [I]Episodes.[/i] Like depression is a sitcom with a fun punch line each time. Or a TV box set loaded with cliffhangers. The only cliffhanger in my life is Will I ever get rid of this s***? And believe me, it gets pretty monotonous.

What an ugly, loveless life for a girl.

I have seen or heard of no other man whom destiny treated with such enmity as it did Philoktetes

Comply, and fear not, for my load of woe Is incommunicable to all but me.

Thou wouldst make a good monarch of a desert