Quotes About Isolation

I am a man who does not exist for others.

p.61 He [Roark] was usually disliked, from the first sight of his face, anywhere he went. His face was closed like the door of a safety vault; things locked in safety vaults are valuable; men did not care to feel that. He was a cold, disquieting presence in the room; his presence had a strange quality: it made itself felt and yet it made them feel that he was not there; or perhaps that he was and they weren't.

She stood, in a room of crumbling plaster, pressed to the window-pane, looking up at the unattainable form of everything she loved. She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.

There was nothing she could say to them--nothing would be heard or answered. What were the weapons, she thought, in a realm where reason was not a weapon any longer? It was a realm she could not enter.

I don't want to fight for the people, I don't want to fight against the people, I don't want to hear of the people. I want to be left alone—to live.

She felt a bored indifference toward the immediate world around her...She took it as a regrettable accident, to be borne patiently for a while, that she happened to be imprisoned among people who were dull.

It's because it makes no difference to her at all whether I speak or not; as if I didn't exist and never had existed... the thing more inconceivable than one's death--never to have been born...

now, be happy. But I'm not. I feel nothing. When I 'm honest with myself, I know that the only emotion I've felt in years is being tired. Not physically tired. Just tired. It's as if…as if there were nobody there to feel any more. But that's not all. There's something much worse. It's doing something horrible to me. I'm beginning to hate people…

The walls are cracked and water runs upon them within threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.

It was only in the first few years that she felt herself screaming silently, at times, for a glimpse of human ability, a single glimpse of clean, hard, radiant competence. She had fits of tortured longing for a friend or enemy with a mind better than her own.

He tried to explain and to convince. He knew, while he spoke, that it was useless, because his words sounded as if they were hitting a vacuum. There was no such person as Mrs. Wayne Wilmot; there was only a shell containing the opinions of her friends, the picture postcards she had seen, the novels of country squires she had read; it was this that he had to address, this immateriality which could not hear him or answer, deaf and impersonal like a wad of cotton.

To be free, a man must be free from his brothers. That is freedom. That and nothing else.

It seemed natural; natural to the moment's peculiar reality that was sharply clear, but cut off from everything, immediate, but disconnected, like a bright island in a wall of fog, the heightened, unquestioning reality one feels when one is drunk.

The laws say that none among men may be alone, ever and at any time, for this is the great transgression and the root of all evil.

While Haw still had a great supply of Cheese, he often went out into the Maze and explored new areas to stay in touch with what was happening around him. He knew it was safer to be aware of his real choices than to isolate himself in his comfort zone.

The Universe is picking us off one by one. Yesterday part of the poop deck went, and with it all the toilets.

Too much beauty undermines the marriage vows, too much knowledge leads to isolation, and too much wealth produces madness.

Non ero pazzo. L'ultima speranza si dileguava.

I stood, or rather hung suspended, in a bed of air, all of one piece with my metal shell.

Skrajny wyraz postaw antysynturalnych to ukradkowe samobójstwo porcjowane. Akt rozpoczyna siÄ™ zazwyczaj od niewinnego obgryzania paznokci

Wpatrzony w ciemniejÄ…ce niebo, w gwiazdy, które byÅ'y tylko widmowym cieniem ziemskich gwiazd, staÅ'em bez ruchu, a w pustce, która zastÄ™powaÅ'a gonitwÄ™ myÅ›li sprzed chwili, rosÅ'a bez sÅ'ów martwa, obojÄ™tna pewno??, ?e tam, dokÄ…d nie mogÅ'em siÄ™gn??, wybraÅ'em ju? i udajÄ…c, ?e nic siÄ™ nie staÅ'o, nie miaÅ'em nawet tyle siÅ'y, ?eby sobÄ… wzgardzi?.

A blurred region, in the heart of vastness, far from earth and heaven, with no ground underfoot, no vault of sky overhead, nothing. I am the prisoner of an alien matter and my body is clothed in a dead, formless substance - or rather I have no body, I am that alien matter.

La oscuridad se poblaba. Oía pasos. Algo se amontonaba por encima de mí, se adueñaba de mí, me envolvía y me penetraba, impalpable, inconsistente. Petrificado, dejé de respirar, no había aire para respirar.

I have a wife, three children, three dogs, seven cats. I'm not a Franz Kafka, sitting alone and suffering.