Quotes About Isolation

I seriously ask myself, What is the meaning of all this? Why raise questions, throw lights, or see shadows? Wouldn't it be better if I buried my tears in the sand on a seashore in utter solitude? But I never cried, because my tears have always turned into thoughts. And my thoughts are as bitter as tears.

but let us remember that lucidity is a condition peculiar to those who by their incapacity to love are as isolated from others as from themselves.

At twenty, those nights when for hours at a time I would stand, forehead pressed against the pane, staring into the dark. . . .

In each man I passed I discerned a cadaver, in each odor a rot, in each joy a last grimace.

Impossible for me to know whether or not I take myself seriously. The drama of detachment is that we cannot measure its progress. We advance into a desert, and we never know where we are in it.

If a man loves nothing, he will be invulnerable" (Chuang Tse).

I am one of the billions dragging himself across the earth's surface. One, and no more.

What right have you to pray for me? I need no intercessor, I shall manage alone.

at this hour of the morning, I needed no one.

everything I think is only myself and the self's humiliations.

This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else.

When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

I try to wrest myself from everything, to raise myself by uprooting myself; in order to become futile, we must sever our roots, must become metaphysically alien.

To live in solitude means to relinquish all expectations about life. The only surprise in solitude is death.

The only free mind is the one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.

El ser verdaderamente solitario no es el que ha sido abandonado por los hombres, sino el que sufre en medio de ellos, el que arrastra su desierto en las ferias y despliega sus talentos de leproso sonriente, de comediante de lo irreparable. Los grandes solitarios de antaño eran felices, no conocían el doblez, no tenían nada que ocultar: no se relacionaban más que con su propia soledad…

Zi dup? zi, m? târ?sc pe o bucat? de spaÈ›iu, la marginea Universului, în mijlocul unei infinit??i de cuvinte nepronunÈ›ate.

Whatever they do and wherever they go, their mission is to keep watch; this is the command of their immemorial status as aliens. A solution to their fate does not exist.

To deliver blows none of which land, to attack everyone without anyone's noticing, to shoot arrows whose poison you alone receive!

During the long nights in the caves, how many Hamlets must have murmured their endless monologues

Melancholy suicide. —This is connected with a general state of extreme depression and exaggerated sadness, causing the patient no longer to realize sanely the bonds which connect him with people and things about him. Pleasures no longer attract;

On 'Into The Wild' I spent months risking my life and on 'Speed Racer' I spent 60 days acting in front of a green screen. No danger to my physical self, but I sure had to use my imagination.

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made for herself. They never even knew what she did die of. Some spoke of a chill. But the truth was that she died from poverty, from the filth and the weariness of her wretched life.