Quotes About Isolation

cause me physical pain. I was burning inside. Nothing and nobody could ease the pain. I became a gray figure in the corridors. My shadow merged with the walls. Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves.

Un vincle de silenci i mirades els unica en les ombres d'aquella casa, al final d'un carrer oblidat, on es tenien cura l'un de l'altre, lluny del món.

I felt like running away and not stopping until there was no more world left to run from.

Sabien que aquell dia una llum s'apagava al món i que, a partir d'ara, tots estarien més sols, més buits.

Lo que mata es la soledad, los recuerdos son peores que las balas

La realidad del mundo empezaba a ser más grotesca que las pantomimas de los payasos y los osos danzarines. Pronto, nadie nos necesitaría. El siglo XX se había convertido en el gran circo de la historia.

He] thought he smiled the way people smile who have no friends, with gratitude.

A Edmond de Luna, el hacedor de laberintos y único superviviente de la travesía, lo encontraron atado al timón y quemado por el sol.

Con el tiempo, la soledad se te mete dentro y no se va.

She had around her a burning aura of loneliness.

The preceding months had been the most bewildering in my strange friendship with Clara. I hardly ever read to her anymore. Clara would systematically avoid being left on her own with me.

The most sincere pain is experienced alone. Alicia felt secretly relieved when Isaac took his infinite sadness to a corner to drown in it. The only pain she hadn't learned to tolerate was to see old people cry.

La soledad que desprendía aquella mujer quemaba

era un hombre solitario que quemaba sus puentes con el mundo sin darse cuenta, o quizá lo hacía de forma deliberada porque pensaba que casi nada bueno podía cruzarlos.

Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them—a comfortable prison of his own design

Julián thought he smiled the way people smile who have no friends—with gratitude.

Dumneavoastr? v-aÅŸ putea spune c? e inima, îns? ceea ce-l ucide e singur?tatea. Amintirile sunt mai rele decât gloanÈ›ele.

Even then my only friends were made of paper and ink. At school I had learned to read and write long before the other children. Where my school friends saw notches of ink on incomprehensible pages, I saw light, streets, and people. Words and the mystery of their hidden science fascinated me, and I saw in them a key with which I could unlock a boundless world, a safe haven from that home, those streets, and those troubled days in which even I could sense that only a limited fortune awaited me.

Le podria decir a usted que es el corazon, pero lo que mata es la soledad

el último refugio, es un pequeño anexo del alma al que, cuando el mundo naufraga en su absurda comedia, uno siempre puede correr a encerrarse y extraviar la llave.

In this manner, secretly, the Fortuny family let the years go by, silencing their hearts and their souls to the point where, from so much keeping quiet, they forgot the words with which to express their real feelings and the family became strangers living under the same roof, like so many other families living in the vast city. - Phoenix paperback, 2005, p.132

Desde que no vendemos una escoba se pasa los días emparedado en la trastienda con ese libro egipcio de los muertos. -Es el libro de contabilidad - corregí.

he smiled the way people smile who have no friends - with gratitude.

Il dolore più sincero si vive soltanto da soli.