Quotes About Isolation

And then--a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face-- Until it blocked my eyes

But Portugal has a peaceful feel about it. I sit on the terrace overlooking the vineyard there and I feel cut off from the world. You need that sort of thing.

And the peace which I always found in the silence and emptiness of the moors filled me utterly

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

...he came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm's length.

The world is quiet here.

There are robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.

Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men.

The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.

But they can't know how the dark space inside me is growing. I lie to them. I can't get out of the dark hole. 'Peace is here' it whispers.

…my Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have.

Remote villages and communities have lost their identity, and their peace and charm have been sacrificed to that worst of abominations, the automobile.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says.

We died like aunts of pets or foreigners.

She was better with animals than people. Give her a sick cat or dog, she was golden. Not so much with her own species.

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

Real misanthropes are not found in solitude, but in the world; since it is experience of life, and not philosophy, which produces real hatred of mankind.

Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.

You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It's there in their dreams.

To be deprived of art and left alone with philosophy is to be close to Hell.

Man finally knows that he is alone in the indifferent immensity of the Universe, from which he emerged by accident.

Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

This inhuman place makes human monsters.