Quotes About Isolation

There is the darkness of a moonless night out of doors, and there is the darkness of a house with its shutters closed and the lamps quenched. There is the darkness of sleep, relieved by the bright images of dreams. But no darkness is as complete, as blanketing, as terrifying as the utter darkness of underground.

I did not want to cry any more. Instead I felt hollow, empty, as if all the meaning had been sucked out of me and I was drifting, light as a skeleton leaf, at the mercy of the four winds. I was drained of tears.

En aquel momento tenía la sensación de haber accedido bruscamente a otro mundo, había ascendido a una altura vertiginosa, al cenit del éxtasis. Aquello era la realidad, y el pasado una mera ilusión. Estábamos solos, abrazados… Tal vez lo que estaba haciendo acabaría conmigo, pero esos momentos durarían eternamente.

My head was a stage wrapped in a curtain of black velvet, and on the stage stood a single actress, named Naomi.

but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

We can't talk about it, or I know she won't so I don't even try, but it's what goes unsaid between people tat builds up like masonry. You have to either knock the bricks out with other things, or let them keep stacking until eventually you are alone in a room.

Loneliness—since I was trying to escape it—was hell; and yet for the hermit who seeks it, it is apparently happiness.

A keener interest in trinkets of self-adornment than in people is a symptom of alienation.

The torment of imprisonment lies in not being able to escape from oneself at any time.

Unable to suspect others, unable to believe in others, one would to live in a suspended state, a state of bankrupt human relations, as if one were looking into a mirror that reflects nothing.

The world itself, like the mask, began to seem difficult to believe in, and I was stricken with an unutterable sense of loneliness.

The torment of imprisonment lies in not being able to escape from oneself at any time. I too was wretchedly floundering around, tightly closed into the bag of myself.

More than iron doors, more than walls, it is the tiny peephole that really makes the prisoner feel locked in

Suddenly, I ripped the book in two. And with it my heart. From the tear my insides came running out like a rotten egg. I became an empty, cast-off skin.

Was being seen the cost of the right to see? No, the worst of it was that my fate was too personal, too special. Unlike hunger, unrequited love, unemployment, sickness, bankruptcy, natural calamity, criminal exposure, my suffering was nothing I endured in common with other men. My misfortune was forever mine alone. Anyone at all could disregard me completely without feeling the slightest twinge of conscience. And I was not even permitted to protest that disregard.

A strange thing the face. I never felt anything about it at any given time, but when i found i didn't have one, I felt as if half the world had been torn away from me

Our silence was not the vacuum that comes from having said all there is to say. Whatever conversation we had fell naturally to pieces and crumbled in bitter silence.

Esta imagen de la arena que fluye constituyó un indescriptible y excitante impacto en el hombre. La aridez de la arena no se debe, como generalmente se piensa, a la simple sequedad, sino que parece producirse como consecuencia de un incesante movimiento que la convierte en inhóspita para todo ser viviente. ¡Qué diferencia con la monótona y pesada manera de vivir de los humanos, que exige estar constantemente aferrado a algo!

I had the feeling of being in a construction elevator suspended in the skeleton of an unfinished building and between two concrete walls that were shedding tears like bird droppings.

Singur?tatea era o sete nesatisf?cut? de iluzii.

almost everybody I met gave me, ungrudging, only affability. As long as things did not go any further, everyone put up a fine show. ... Shut off by a wall of affability, I was always completely alone.

Dac? ÅŸi gazeta era o fereastr? deschis? spre lumea din afar?, atunci geamul ei era îngheÅ£at.

Surely I have made too much of my loneliness. I thought my loneliness greater than all mankind's combined.

I stuck a cigarette through the slit in the bandage and asked myself with a nervous fidget what I had lost along with my face.