Quotes About Isolation

Tu n'es pas venue. Je t'ai attendue des heures ou des jours, je ne sais. Je ne le sais pas parce que j'ai cessé d'être moi-même pour devenir une masse uniquement sensible à ton absence, comme si dans le vide pouvait se former un monceau de douleur, d'angoisses, comme si le néant avait un être.

In the desert there is everything and nothing-- God without mankind.

Quizá ciertas personas no tengan ya nada que ganar ni que hacer junto a aquellas con las cuales viven habitualmente tras haberles mostrado el vacío de su alma, por lo que se siente severamente juzgadas por ellas con severidad merecida.

Pare mai totdeauna coliba s?lbaticului civilizat

Singular creature, he had never cared to find out a single relative among four generations counted on the female side. The thought of his heirs was abhorrent to him; and the idea that his wealth could pass into other hands after his death simply inconceivable.

Civilization is come. It has shut up a million of men within an area of four square leagues; it has stalled them in streets, houses, apartments, rooms, and chambers eight feet square; after a time it will make them shut up one upon another like the tubes of a telescope.

Each household gathered in its chimney-corner, in houses carefully closed from the outer air, and well supplied with biscuit, melted butter, dried fish, and other provisions laid in for the seven-months winter. The very smoke of these dwellings was hardly seen, half-hidden as they were beneath the snow, against the weight of which they were protected by long planks reaching from the roof and fastened at some distance to solid blocks on the ground, forming a covered way around each building.

Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.

Nothing exists in this world but me and my bed…" (p. 141).

Everyone lives the way she knows best. What I mean by 'their happiness' is living a life untouched as much as possible by the knowledge that we are really, all of us, alone. That's not a bad thing.

Me, when I'm utterly exhausted by it all, when my skin breaks out, on those lonely evenings when I call my friends again and again and nobody's home, then I despise my own life - my birth, my upbringing, everything.

My loneliness was an important part of my own little universe, not some pathological disease that needs to be gotten [sic] rid of.

He was quiet in the way people are when they believe the world would get along just fine without them.

Stavo toccando con mano e vedendo con i miei occhi, per la prima volta, quanto fosse immenso il mondo e profondo l'oscurità e l'infinito fascino e solitudine di tutto ciò.

La felicidad es vivir sintiendo, lo menos posible, que el hombre, en realidad, está solo.

The room was so unearthly quiet, I lost all sense of time being divided into seconds. I felt that I was the only person alive and moving in a world brought to a stop.

Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.

A particular variety of loneliness, like peering deep into the darkness. It's only natural, when two separate universes touch.

Maybe I was afraid of seeing anything as absolute. I wanted to keep moving, like a stream, and I wanted to go on watching everything from a distance. That's how I was. I felt close to people, but I didn't have any friends I could really share my life with, our hearts melting together. Something always failed to communicate.

All the possibilities for growth seemed to be closed off for us. Like plants in a greenhouse, we depended on each other, but neither of us enjoyed the feelings of release or openness that one would wish from such a relationship. We just sat together in the dark, licking each other's wounds and clinging together for warmth, like an old couple.

Now only the kitchen and I are left. It's just a little nicer than being all alone.

The only thing I'd understand right from the very beginning was that our love was supported by loneliness. That neither one of us could haul ourselves up out of the deadly numbness we felt when we lay together, so silent, in darkness so isolating it seemed to shine. This was the edge of night.

Después cuando al fin lo conocí, pensé que transmitía una sensación de aislamiento, no se por qué. Aunque su forma de ser y de hablar eran dulces, me pareció que estaba solo.

Sie war wie ein ausgesetztes Katzenjunges, das in der Gosse schwimmt und erbärmlich schreit - diese dämonische, archaische Überlebenskraft.