Quotes About Isolation

Vanda ficou só com o cadáver. Quincas Berro Dágua sorria e o dedo grande do pé direito parecia crescer no buraco da meia.

O desejo nascia dela, de seu peito, do silêncio, do devaneio, da solidão, do sonho. Sem motivo, sem ponto de partida, sem semente nem raiz. Nascendo dela — "de minha ruindade mesmo, Norminha" —, de seu corpo em febre, crescendo naquela carne estrumada de ausência, de penúrias, de maldições; ânsia plantada no esterco de sua danação:

The confused medley of meditations on art and literature in which he had indulged since his isolation, as a dam to bar the current of old memories, had been rudely swept away, and the onrushing, irresistible wave crashed into the present and future, submerging everything beneath the blanket of the past, filling his mind with an immensity of sorrow, on whose surface floated, like futile wreckage, absurd trifles and dull episodes of his life.

Wie ein Eremit war er des Lebens überdrüssig und er- wartete nichts mehr von ihm: reif zur Einsamkeit; und ebenso war er gleich einem Mönch unendlich matt; er wollte sich sammeln, nichts mehr gemein haben mit den Weltlichen, die für ihn die Utilitaristen und Dummköpfe waren.

he felt a glow of pleasure at the idea that here he would be too far out for the tidal wave of Parisian life to reach him, and yet near enough for the proximity of the capital to strengthen him in his solitude.

I have only to renew my pact with Solitude, to which I have tried to be unfaithful.

He grew enthusiastic in thinking of the convents. Ah! to be earthed up among them, sheltered from the herd, not to know what books appear, what newspapers are printed, never to know what goes on outside one's cell, among men—to complete the beneficent silence of this cloistered life, nourishing ourselves with good actions, refreshing ourselves with plain song, saturating ourselves with the inexhaustible joys of the liturgies.

Los árboles ya no crecerían desde su voz. Hoy, ella dejaría de ser todo el paisaje y toda la ciudad, para ser sólo otro individuo en la ciudad y otra mancha en el paisaje.

Ahora ya sabía lo que era el dolor. Dolor no de recibir golpes hasta desmayarse. No de cortarse el pie con un pedazo de vidrio y recibir puntos en la farmacia. Dolor era eso que llenaba todo el corazón, con lo que la gente tenía que morirse, sin poder contarle a nadie el secreto. Dolor era lo que me daba esa debilidad en los brazos, en la cabeza, hasta en el deseo de dar vuelta la cabeza en la almohada.

Ba??m? eÄŸdim ve Totoca'n?n dediÄŸi gibi, yaln?z zengin kiÅŸileri seven küçük Ä°sa'y? düÅŸündüm.

Vivir es encontrarse náufrago entre las cosas

In no time, you find yourself left without civilization.

Nos modos atuais de existência, há quem se sinta como um náufrago que não consegue subir à tona.

Silence had blown its empty wind over Manila and everything seemed to sleep in the arms of nothingness.

She wanted to pray, but who prays in the hour of despair? Prayers are said in hope; otherwise the invocation to God becomes a reproach. So it was that in her heart she cried out and complained that this one man had been singled out to be cut off from the love of others, and asked why he was not denied sun and air and the sight of the skis, when one could live without these, but not without love.

He clung to the story as to a vow whose abandonment might bring down on his head all kinds of grief and misfortune. He felt very alone, on an interminable day full of evil omens, and the story, though resistant to some of his intentions, was at least a testimony to reality and coherence

I shall therefore retire into the Town, if I may make use of that Phrase, and get into the Crowd again as fast as I can, in order to be alone. I can there raise what Speculations I please upon others without being observed my self, and at the same time enjoy all the Advantages of Company with all the Privileges of Solitude.

Two days she watched them, seeing them refuse all food or comfort and seeking each other as blind men seek, wretched apart and together more wretched still, for then they trembled each for the first avowal.

If there is anything good about exile, it is that it teaches one humility. It accelerates one's drift into isolation, an absolute perspective. Into the condition at which all one is left with is oneself and one's language, with nobody or nothing in between. Exile brings you overnight where it would normally take a lifetime to go.

If one's fated to be born in Caesar's Empire, let him live aloof, provincial, by the seashore...

I wish you had been there with me in that picture," he used to say to Wilsie and me. "It is so lonely being there forever without another Indian.

The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.

The ship, a fragment detached from the earth, went on lonely and swift like a small planet.

Having had to encounter single-handed during his period of eclipse many physical dangers, he was well aware of the most dangerous element common to them all: of the crushing, paralysing sense of human littleness, which is what really defeats a human struggling with natural forces, alone, far from the eyes of his fellows.