Quotes About Isolation

Acababa de descrubirlo, porque la gente dentro de un auto detenido casi desaparece, se pierde en esa mísera jaula privada de la belleza que le dan el movimiento y el peligro.

I'm as alone as that cat, much more alone because I know it and he doesn't.

Sie rollte] sich am Ende auf einem Sessel zusammen wie eine Katze, der Ungewissheit müde, und sah zu, wie es über den Schieferdächern Tag wurde, durch all den Rauch hindurch, der Platz hatte, zwischen einem Augenpaar und einem geschlossenen Fenster und einer inbrünstig nutzlosen Nacht.

No tiene familia, es un escritor.

And there's blues in my bed, 'cause l'm sleepin' by myself.

E]r gibt uns das Gefühl, weniger einsam zu sein in dieser Sackgasse im Dienste der Großen-Eitelkeit-Idealismus-Realismus-Spiritualismus-Materialismus des Abendlandes, G.m.b.H.

E se corria a oitenta quilômetros por hora em direção às luzes que cresciam pouco a pouco, sem que já se soubesse bem para que tanta pressa, por que essa correria na noite entre automóveis desconhecidos onde ninguém sabia nada sobre os outros, onde todos olhavam fixamente para a frente, exclusivamente para a frente.

Me dolía un poco no estar del todo en el juego, mirar a eea gente desde fuera, a lo entomólogo.

Te ahorro la réplica porque la veo venir: No hay sustancias más letales que esas que se cuelan por cualquier parte, que se respiran sin saberlo, en las palabras o en el amor o en la amistad. Ya va siendo tiempo de que me dejen solo, solito y solo.

Pero de todas maneras no había viajado, y era como una piedra negra en el medio de su alma

pero se le veía preocupado ya por la proximidad del final, algo que ocurre, según nos dijo, no cuando la edad te lo indica sino cuando los amigos empiezan a dejarte solo.

porque los atacó la seca, como Juan Rulfo.

The other kids ignored me, and that hurt more than I cared to admit. Before long, I'd decided they had nothing on me. I could play their game. I could be happy being invisible.

I am a horror maniac who prefers to stay at home.

I was brought up in a very open, rural countryside in the middle of nowhere. There were no cell phones. If your lights went out, you were lit by candlelight for a good four days before they can get to you. And so, my imagination was crazy.

Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

It was like being at the bottom of an ocean, she said. There was no light and a whole ocean crushing down on you. But most people had gotten so used to it they thought it normal, they forgot even that there was a world above.

My heart is beating like it's lonely, like there's nothing else inside of me.

You were sixteen years old and you were messed up and alone like a motherfucker. You were also convinced - like totally utterly convinced - that the world was going to blow itself to pieces.

His adolescent nerdliness vaporizing any iota of a chance he had for young love. Everybody else going through the terror and joy of their first crushes, their first dates, their first kisses while Oscar sat in the back of the class, beind his DM's screen, and watched his adolescence stream by. Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

and in the gloaming of her dwindling strength there yawned a loneliness so total it was beyond death, a loneliness that obliterated all memory, the loneliness of a childhood where she'd not even had her own name

She watched hungrily for visitors from out of town, threw open her arms at the slightest hint of a wind and at night she struggled Jacob-like against the ocean pressing down on her.

I might have no one in the world, but at least I'm free.

cada vez que la soledad se te mete por dentro como un continente en llamas, te amarras los cordones de los tenis y te das a la fuga por los senderos y eso ayuda, de verdad que ayuda.