Quotes About Isolation

Non tutto. Vi son cose che restano rinchiuse dentro i muri e non possono cambiare perché nessuno le sente.

yo, poeta sin brazos, perdido entre la multitud que vomita, sin caballo efusivo que corte los espesos musgos de mis sienes.

Ninguno de ellos me miraba y yo viajaba como un traicionero." p. 232

Yo he vivido cerca de otras personas y me he guardado recuerdos que no me pertenecen.

In the darkness I thought of Fyodorovich, deep in the Kolyma taiga. It was the eleventh of October, and already, I imagined, the first light snows had dusted the area around Sunny Lake. I pictured the old man sitting alone in the sun by the lakeshore, smoking a Prima and gazing skyward as the last of the whooper swans flew south, squawking and trumpeting as they went.

When crises come, though friends and relatives may be generous and eager to help, in the end it is I, alone on the trail, alone in the museum, alone in the courtroom, alone in the emergency room, alone in the morgue, alone in my illness, alone in my reading, alone in my writing, alone in the silence of my heart.

Leadership is the other side of the coin of loneliness, and he who is a leader must always act alone. And acting alone, accept everything alone.

I have the impression that we are the last people on Earth. - It wouldn't be so bad. We would have all the wine of the world to ourselves.

Mam wra?enie, ?e jeste?my ostatnimi lud?mi na Ziemi. - To nie by?oby takie z?e. Mieliby?my dla siebie ca?e wino ?wiata.

perverted friends and clients.   Charles Martin tightened the collar of his jacket. Of all the months of the year

I could not describe my loneliness. For the first time, I grasped that I was truly on my own. I could depend on no one. There was no one to share my struggles and hopes.

Surviving felt like its own punishment. What had I done to deserve this? How could I live if my parents weren't somewhere in this world?

The key problem is to find out why that sector of society of the past, which I would not hesitate to call capitalist, should have lived as if in a bell jar, cut off from the rest; why was it not able to expand and conquer the whole of society?... [Why was it that] a significant rate of capital formation was possible only in certain sectors and not in the whole market economy of the time?

En el pueblo me asfixiaba. Ya sé que no me está bien el decirlo, pues allí nací y me crié y allí tenía mi cuadrilla. Pero no aguantaba más. En el pueblo vive mucha gente echada a perder por la política. Gente que hoy te da un abrazo y mañana, por lo que sea que le hayan contado, deja de dirigirte la palabra

Palabras. No hay manera de quitárselas de encima. No le dejan a una estar verdaderamente sola.

Vuelco libros dentro del hueco y no lo lleno. Vuelco música y la acalla. Vuelco ángeles, caballos, argumentos y el hueco se me sube por los hombros; se adueña de mi nombre; me expulsa, despiadado, de mi cara. Yo, la verdad, no sé qué hacer. Hoy manda el hueco. Hoy no soy nada.

And Nuria again saw hundreds, thousands, millions of slimy, horrible salamanders all around her

La desesperanza y la soledad no se comparten en la literatura con una multitud de otros seres, porque no existe, no existirá, el personaje masivo

I suffer from life and from other people. I can't look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

A veces se hacía presente con un silbido, que decía algo así como «Fufichu». Si en un momento dado no sabía quién estaba en la casa gritaba: «¡Alguno!» Pero con el correr del tiempo alguno se volvió nadie, y cerrados nuestros oídos a sus palabras nadie volvió a hacerle caso. La voz mandona de Lía sólo la oyeron entonces las paredes. O las vecinas.

When men carry the same ideals in their hearts, nothing can keep them isolated: neither walls of prisons nor the sod of cemeteries. For a single memory, a single spirit, a single idea, a single conscience, a single dignity, will sustain them all.

Nonetheless innuendo and imperfectly definable actions hover over the actions of the hermit.

When you're surrounded by all these people, it can be lonelier than when you're by yourself. You can be in a huge crowd, but if you don't feel like you can trust anyone or talk to anybody, you feel like you're really alone.

From inside the thick of her grief, Lydia read. She read without lifting her eyes...only pausing when the ache in her shoulder or the pins and needles in her foot forced her to lift her eyes from the page, shift the pillows and turn the other way. Then her gaze would fall on the wallpaper with its pattern of roses and she would blink and wonder where in the world she was. Then, as she started to remember, thank God, there was the book, and she would slip under again, a sigh in her throat.