Quotes About Isolation

A stark sense of isolation encloses anyone who looks outward for validation.

Here's the premise: you're in a bunker in the post-apocalyptic world. (I'm assuming that, by the date of publication, this will still be a "premise.") You've managed, almost magically, to bring with you the 10 movies, but only 10 movies, you'll be able to watch for the rest of your days.

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home. Places where lonely people can live in exile of their own lives—far from anything that was ever imagined for them. —SIMON VAN BOOY, Everything Beautiful Began After

Even the best cellmate on earth cannot change the fact that you are in prison.

Giovanni Boccaccio wrote in his Decameron that people, afraid of contamination by the rotting corpses, would drag the dead outside their houses and leave them in front of their doors to be picked up, like so much garbage.

Such a negative emotional climate makes you feel dark, heavy, negative, and needy, like a black hole. It also affects how you appear to others: You don't smile much, you don't make eye contact, and you keep to yourself. It's like being painted black and makes you almost invisible to others.

The world had gone too quiet and the possibility that she and Lou were the only ones left alive tickled at her brain like the tiny, scuttling legs of a black spider.

I would point out that I'm an actress for a reason! If I were popular in high school, I would have considered another career because I wouldn't have been alone in my room, making up other characters for myself. I definitely had growing pains. The popular kids didn't want anything to do with the girl who was starting the drama club.

Even in a city as small as Ferrara, you can manage, if you like, to disappear for years and years, one from another, living side by side like the dead

M? zb?team împotriva ispitelor unei mediocrit??i necesare, încercam s? creez în jurul meu o singur?tate nemiloas? a spiritului, dac? nu a trupului; luptam cu mine însumi, m? pedepseam, m? obiÈ™nuiam cu suferinÈ›ele, în vederea unor încerc?ri apropiate È™i cumplite.

Inca de pe atunci, indepartat de la orice caldura si bucurie, ma ascundeam, ma linisteam pe mine insumi, in reveria lacoma, in solitara rumegare a lumii reintregite prin eu. Nu eram placut celorlalti, iar ura m-a intarcuit in singuratate. Singuratatea m-a facut mai trist si mai antipatic; tristetea mi-a strans inima si mi-a ascutit mintea. Firea mea deosebita m-a indepartat chiar de cei mai apropiati, iar despartirea m-a facut si mai deosebit.

Sentirse completamente solo en el mundo, abandonado de repente por todos, abatido por el peso de una vergüenza desconocida o de alguna condena silenciosa es algo más pavoroso y misterioso que la muerte.

TEMPORALE Un bubbolìo lontano... Rosseggia l'orizzonte, come affocato, a mare: nero di pece, a monte, stracci di nubi chiare: tra il nero un casolare: un'ala di gabbiano.

Soltanto il mare gli brontolava la solita storia lì sotto, in mezzo ai faraglioni perché il mare non ha paese nemmeno lui, ed è di tutti quelli che lo stanno ad ascoltare, di qua e di là dove nasce e muore il sole, anzi ad Aci Trezza ha un modo tutto suo di brontolare, e si riconosce subito al gorgogliare che fa tra quegli scogli nei quali si rompe, e par la voce di un amico.

Quando uno non ha niente, il meglio è di andarsene.

Allorquando uno di quei piccoli , o più debole, o più incauto, o più egoista degli altri, volle staccarsi dal gruppo per vaghezza dell'ignoto o per brama di meglio, o per curiosità di conoscere il mondo, il mondo da pesce vorace com'è, se lo ingoiò, e i suoi più prossimi con lui.

When the wind and sea are howling there is nothing more terrifying than the call that goes unanswered.

Malpelo, un monellaccio che nessuno avrebbe voluto vedersi davanti, e che tutti schivavano come un can rognoso, e lo accarezzavano coi piedi, allorché se lo trovavano a tiro. Egli era davvero un brutto ceffo, torvo, ringhioso, e selvatico.

Let me be like a thing left in a corner and forgotten

Lasciatemi così come una cosa posata in un angolo e dimenticata

I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no family to mourn me save my comrades, no one to remember, no one to raise a marker over my cold bit of ground.

Ironies were like secrets: unshared they died.

When something happened that was everything to you you realized it was nothing to everything else.

It's Big Brother with werewolves. Live coverage for a month, leading up to a group kill on full moon.