Quotes About Isolation

God, please," I scream, "help, Mom, he is going to kill me!" And she is standing just where she was three minutes ago. Three minutes ago my life was different. Three minutes ago I could have made it out of here intact, but now Ã¢â'¬Â¦ And my mother, arms folded, body now relaxed and loose, is wearing the curly smile of a Cheshire cat, staring right at me, holding my eyes as I go down, crack, into the corner.

We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.

We forgot about Buddha. We forgot about God. We developed a coldness inside us that still has not thawed. I fear my soul has died. We stopped writing home to our mothers. We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.?

Don't touch me," said the girl. "I want to be sick by myself." "That's impossible," said her mother. She continued to rub her back and the girl did not push her away

We didn't know. We didn't want to know. We never asked. All we wanted to do, now that we were back in the world, was forget.

We are strangers; we write as individual captive Martians.

You know that dejection that comes upon you when you realize that the person you're talking to might as well be from Jupiter, for all the chance you have of making them get what you're saying? I hate that.

Not much else to do in there. There's no TV.

I remember Michael saying, 'Rich and famous? It's much better to be just rich'. I didn't quite get it to begin with. But he's right. You lose anonymity. I say to my family that you've no idea until you lose it how precious anonymity is.

Solitude encourages reflection and productivity, if you're prepared for it.

There are cities that are damned for some people by the mere fact that they seem created to close off the distances that are the only reason for living.

I felt in complicity with the tendency of this country to absolute desolation.

This stretch through the fogbound forest gradually lulled Grange into his favorite daydream; in it he saw an image of his life: all that he had he carried with him; twenty feet away, the world grew dark, perspectives blurred, and there was nothing near him but this close halo of warm consciousness, this nest perched high above the vague earth.

Oare cunosc si altii spaima de-a merge pe-o strada gandindu-te cu deznadejde la toate strazile pe care nu te afli, strazile unde cei care ar vrea sa te cunoasca te asteapta si pleaca, nevazand pe nimeni venind?

Consumption is a social relationship, the dominant relationship in our society—one that makes it harder and harder for people to hold together, to create community.

It's impossible to want what I want and in the shape I want it, and share life with others besides. I had to know how to be alone and how to let so much wanting do its work, save me or destroy me…

Estoy tan solo como este gato, y mucho más solo porque lo sé y él no.

y se corría a ochenta kilómetros por hora hacia las luces que crecían poco a poco, sin que ya se supiera bien por qué tanto apuro, por qué esa carrera en la noche entre autos desconocidos donde nadie sabía nada de los otros, donde todo el mundo miraba fijamente hacia adelante, exclusivamente hacia adelante.

Parecía especializarse en causas perdidas. Perderlas primero y después largarse atrás como un loco.

Para llorar, dirija la imaginación hacia usted mismo, y si esto le resulta imposible por haber contraído el hábito de creer en el mundo exterior, piense en un pato cubierto de hormigas o en esos golfos del estrecho de Magallanes en los que no entra nadie, nunca.

Lo había dicho sin pensarlo, es decir que estaba más que pensado, venía de un territorio donde las palabras eran como los locos en la clínica, entes amenazadores o absurdos viviendo una vida propia y aislada, saltando de golpe sin que nada pudiera atajarlos.

Y en la antena de la radio flotaba locamente la bandera con la cruz roja, y se corría a ochenta kilómetros por hora hacia las luces que crecían poco a poco, sin que ya se supiera bien por qué tanto apuro, por qué esa carrera en la noche entre autos desconocidos donde nadie sabía nada de los otros, donde todo el mundo miraba fijamente hacia adelante, exclusivamente hacia adelante.

Oriunde s-ar afla, pletele-i inflacarate ca un turn ma ard din departare, ma distruge cu absenta ei.

Não sobrava nada além de uma tola liberdade condicional, a piada de se viver como uma palavra entre parênteses, divorciada da frase principal e da qual, no entanto, é quase sempre sustentação e explicação