Quotes About Isolation

Sólo he creído siempre estar solo, pero nunca he estado solo... sólo ahora estoy realmente solo...

De noche a través de Aldrans... nadie... grito, nadie me oye... por miedo converso con el eco que produzco... así, con la voz que me pertenece y que no es oída, nada engendra confianza.

Bizim bitik adam fanatik bir insan, demiÅŸti Glenn bir keresinde, kendi kendine duyduÄŸu ac?ma duygusu ile neredeyse durmadan ölüyor(...)

For a long time, there had no longer been any books capable of saving him, but only sentences, individual sentences, from Novalis, for instance, from Montaigne, from Spinoza, or from Pascal, which he had to clutch at from time to time in order not to go under.

Durmadan kendi kabuÄŸumuzun d???na ç?kma deneyi yap?yor, ama bu deneyde baÅŸar?s?z oluyoruz, hep tepetaklak yuvarlan?yoruz, çünkü kendi kabuÄŸumuzun d???na ölüm d???nda ç?kamayaca??m?z? anlamak istemiyoruz.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.

You can't create stories in a vacuum.

Each one of us will die, naked and alone, on some battlefield not of our own choosing.

re: the green martyrs] But the saintly recluse does not intend to wall himself off from holy intercourse with his fellow humans. A little out of the way, he will still be available to those who walk the extra mile to find insight, instruction, and baptism.

She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides Tess was only a passing thought. Even to friends she was no more than a frequently passing thought.

Somebody might have come along that way who would have asked him his trouble, and might have cheered him by saying that his notions were further advanced than those of his grammarian. But nobody did come, because nobody does; and under the crushing recognition of his gigantic error Jude continued to wish himself out of the world.

As Antigone said, I am neither a dweller among men nor ghosts.

Only a wall divided him from those happy young contemporaries of his with whom he shared a common mental life; men who had nothing to do from morning till night but to read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest. Only a wall—but what a wall!

But nobody did come, because nobody does: and under the crushing recognition of his gigantic error Jude continued to wish himself out if the world.

But what between the poor men I won't have, and the rich men who won't have me, I stand as a pelican in the wilderness!

She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly - the thought of the world's concern at her situation - was founded on illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides, Tess was only a passing thought.

The pain she experienced from the almost absolute obliviousness to her existence that was shown by the pair of them became at times half dissipated by her sense of its humourousness.

Ah, if I could only make your dear heart ache one little minute of each day as mine does every day and all day long, it might lead you to show pity to your poor lonely one....

Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come within.

Well -- I'm an outsider to the end of my days!

For a moment he seemed impressed with the speaking loneliness of the scene, or rather with the complete abstraction from all its compass of the sights and sounds of man.

The only exercise that Tess took at this time was after dark; and it was then, when out in the woods, that she seemed least solitary... She had no fear of the shadows; her sole idea seemed to be to shun mankind—or rather that cold accretion called the world, which, so terrible in the mass, is so unformidable, even pitiable, in its units.

The people who had turned their heads turned them again as the service proceeded; and at last observing her they whispered to each other. She knew what their whispers were about, grew sick at heart, and felt that she could come to church no more.

Human shapes, interferences, troubles, and joys were all as if they were not, and there seemed to be on the shaded hemisphere of the globe no sentient being save himself; he could fancy them all gone round to the sunny side.