Quotes About Isolation

A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right.

Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends and society are the natural enemies of a writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.

Pickup lines of 2020 — Hey baby, let's quarantine together.

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering — this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutory day-time advice for everyone. But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work — in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

The writer is always to some extent in exile, wherever he is, because he is somehow outside, separated from others; there is always a distance.

Ndarja Ne Stacion Ty dhe lokomotiven ju tronditi nje psheretime e fundit perpara: qielli verior gri si keta binare qe s'piqen gjekundi ashtu s'do te piqemi me kurre une e ti.

Sve je u meni mrtvo; tako mi je dobro. Ne dopire do mene zvuk, umro mi je ocinji vid. Sve je ostalo za velikom kapijom koja se zatvorila muklo za mnom. Izgubio sam sve i nisam vise covjek nego nemirna besana misao koja je potonula i pricutala se na dubokom dnu, a nada mnom su kao neprozirne zelene mase voda, mir, daljina i zaborav.

?esto sjedim sate i sate i gledam u hladne jesenje boje. Mir sudbine koja se više ne da promijeniti ledi mi se na duši i licu. Sve je u meni mrtvo; tako mi je dobro. Ne dopire do mene zvuk, umro mi je o?inji vid. Sve je ostalo za velikom kapijom koja se zatvorila muklo za mnom. Izgubio sam sve i nisam više ?ovjek nego nemirna besana misao koja je potonula i pri?utala se na dubokom dnu, a nada mnom su kao neprozirne zelene mase voda, mir, daljina i zaborav

Šta vredi sva ta huka, kad evo do?e ovakvo vreme pa ?ovek propadne tako da ne može ni da izgine ni da živi, nego trune kao direk u zemlji i sva?iji je, samo nije svoj.

Nece biti manje dosadno ako napisem da je dosadno i velika smisla ne vidim u ovom, ali oko mene je tako pusto i prazno da je nuzno da nacinim bezutjesnu konstataciju, samo konstataciju:da sam bio i zivio i da mi je bilo neizmjerno dosadno.

Svaka istinska, velika strast traži samo?u i bezimenost. ?ovek koji služi svojoj strasti želi da ostane nevi?en i neznan, nasamo sa predmetom svoje strasti, i o svemu drugom voli i ume više i bolje da govori nego o tome što je glavni predmet njegovih misli i želja. ?ak i porok ima svoj stid i svoje obzire, iako naopake i neobi?ne.

Nikako ne može da se sabere. Prisje?a se da je htio nekog da bije; htio je nekog da upita što je ovo s njim, ali bilo se naobla?ilo, i kasna no?; i nikog nije bilo, ni koga da pita, ni s kim da se bije.

Avlija živi sama, za sebe, sa stotinu promena i uvek ista.

What is there left for me after my purgatory of solitude?...I welcome death as a version of life in which I will not be myself. There is a fallacy here which I ought to see but will not. For when I wake on the ocean floor it will be the same old voice that drones out of me...

Nascose la testa fra le mani e pianse senza ritegno. Le lacrime le rigavano le guance, restando intrappolate tra le perle e i diamanti di girocollo. Si sentiva così sola.

I won't be the first man to spend his life barely alive, he told himself. Men did it. It was no great feat. He would live--he'd live a few scant miles from the heart of life, on its chill periphery. That suited him after all.

A lot of people find rural landscapes relaxing." "Sure, until you start wondering what's creeping behind those trees, or slithering along in the grass.

Why do people live in places like this? There's nothing here. You see all that sky?" she asked Roarke. "You shouldn't be able to see that much sky from down here. It can't be good for you.

She didn't want Rufty to sit in the box, wanted more private than the lounge.

Maybe if they played those poppy, jingling Christmas songs on an endless loop in the tank it would be enough.

How terrifying." Peabody widened her eyes, blinked them. "Locked in a suite of rooms, Dallas, with a big, soft bed, an entertainment screen, an AutoChef, a spa-like en suite. The horror!

I find myself pulling back, too often, from friends. It's easier, and more self-indulgent, to be alone. I need a nudge out of that cycle from time to time.

being alone. He wanted a woman

Alone, Eve wondered how anyone managed to work in a room without a window. Then she wondered, with all of those books Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Maybe they were his window.