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Quotes About Isolation

Tôi không bi?t mình là ai, nh?ng tôi bi?t ?i?u mình không mu?n là: m?t ng??i cô ??c. M?t ng??i cô ??c thì ch?ng là ng??i nào c?.
~ Frédéric Beigbeder
Alt?dat? aveai prea mul?i amici ?i acum nu mai ai deloc. Asta vrea s? însemne c? nu i-ai avut niciodat?" - 29,99 RON
~ Frédéric Beigbeder
Comment se faisait-il que je ne l'aie jamais rencontrée? À quoi me servait-il de connaître tant de monde si cette fille n'en faisait pas partie? Il faisait froid sur le parvis
~ Frédéric Beigbeder
En el siglo XX, el amor es un teléfono que no suena.
~ Frédéric Beigbeder
În secolul XX, dragostea e un telefon care nu sun?.
~ Frédéric Beigbeder
It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
~ Frederic Chopin
Just as there are several solitudes, so there are several silences.
~ Frédéric Gros
By the time dusk fell, he was back in his room. The last of the daylight lay like fine ashes on the roof-tops. He did not light his lamp, but sat by the fireplace in the dark, seeking in the far distance of his past some vague memory of a love-affair, some recollection of a friendship, with which to soften the hard tyranny of isolation.
~ Francois Mauriac
Estaba tan lejos de tus preocupaciones que te evadías no por el terror, sino por el fastidio.
~ Francois Mauriac
Non, il n'avait jamais pensé qu'il pût être un monstre et ne se croyait pas différent des autres hommes qui, selon lui, étaient tous des fous dès qu'ils se trouvaient seuls avec eux-mêmes et hors du contrôle d'autrui.
~ Francois Mauriac
Aquellos a quienes debía amar, han muerto; han muerto los que hubieran podido amarme. Y no tengo tiempo ni fuerzas para intentar el viaje hacia aquellos que sobreviven, para redescubrirlos. No hay nada en mí, ni siquiera mi voz, mis ademanes ni mi risa, que no pertenezca al monstruo que he lanzado contra el mundo y a quien he dado mi nombre.
~ Francois Mauriac
C'était l'époque où une de ces phrases saisonnières dont la France était friande traînait sur toutes les lèvres : "L'enfer, c'est les autres." Pour moi, au contraire, l'enfer, je le vérifiais à mes dépens, c'est d'être toujours autre soi-même, au point d'être de nulle part.
~ François Cheng
Por otra parte, tratar lo diverso de las culturas en términos de diferencia conducirá a querer aislarlas y a fijarlas en su identidad.
~ François Jullien
J'ai hurlé dans le noir des parois de mon ventre quand j'ai demandé après toi. L'enfermée le sang la tache.
~ France Théoret
In his failure Nhu had withdrawn so far into himself that in the end his face was a mask that no longer opened onto the real world.
~ Frances FitzGerald
Nobody's mind ever remains a blank page, however carefully they are locked away from the world.
~ Frances Hardinge
It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.
~ Frances Hardinge
It is dangerous to lock oneself away and lose track of what is happening outside.
~ Frances Hardinge
All her life, Neverfell had suffered the dull, embarrassed ache of the knowledge that she was always the maddest person in the room. Funnily enough, the realization that this was probably no longer the case did not make her feel better at all.
~ Frances Hardinge
She's got us, she's got us all. Caverna. She doesn't want to let us go. Do you know what she's like? A huge trap-lantern with us inside her, digesting us really, really slowly, and not wanting to let any of us go. Maybe that's the worst kind of prison – not knowing you're in a prison. Because then you don't fight to get out.
~ Frances Hardinge
I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated . . .
~ Frances Hardinge
Would you have her birched in the public square? Baited by dogs perhaps? Madam, we have destroyed her good name, and she will find the world a much colder and darker place as a result. Even now her father is probably changing her name to Buzzletrice.
~ Frances Hardinge
Sometimes she felt she would like to engulf him like a trap-lantern, and never share him with anyone or anything else again, not even the light. Even his obsession with ruling Caverna pained her, as if the city were a woman, and a rival.
~ Frances Hardinge
She imagined it, a great Bear lost in darkness, friendless and trapped as it had been for so long. It could not understand where it was, or why its body was so strange and weak. All it knew was that it was under attack, just as it had always been...
~ Frances Hardinge