Quotes About Isolation

I believe that writers, unless they consider themselves terribly exquisite, are at heart people who live by night, a little bit outside society, moving between delinquency and conformity.

I bump against the railings and begin to go down the stairs cursing them: one foot in the void/ another foot into the abyss/ another one into nowhere. When'll they turn on the lights in this fucking house?

People who have lived their whole lives feeling half-complete. Who never truly fit anywhere in the world. Who never understood why they were here, or what they were meant for. Who never answered the call, because they never heard it. Because nothing ever spoke to them.

Rod Serling once observed, "The greatest fear of all is fear of the unknown, which you can't share with others.

Elisa lives in a world of her own devising. That's obvious from the shoes. Zelda imagines Elisa's perception as one of those dioramas she saw in a museum, perfect little realms, breakable but not if you walk softly.

Guillermo Rosales

I've told people who have just started to make a film that the one thing you might experience is this feeling that everybody is conspiring against you, because you're not necessarily able to tell what's real and what's not.

When I was 14, I felt very rundown I had a home to go to, but I felt like I was 60 or something, older than I feel now. And I don't know if it's something that happens at 14, or whether it was adolescence or whether I was gay, or closeted gay, or whatever it was, I felt that.

Are you as lonely as Kaspar Hauser?" "Much worse than Kaspar Hauser. I'm as lonely as myself.

But since everything has its reason, and the fantasy of an individual seems to me just as legitimate as the appetite of a million men and capable of holding just as important a place in the world, we must… live for our vocation, climb up into our ivory tower, and there, like a dancer amid her perfumes, remain alone with our dreams.

I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.

The only way to avoid being unhappy is to close yourself up in Art and to count for nothing all the rest.

Isolated, he may be a cultivated individual; in a crowd, he is a barbarian—that is, a creature acting by instinct.

Personal interest is very rarely a powerful motive force with crowds, while it is almost the exclusive motive of the conduct of the isolated individual.

La soledad es el imperio de la conciencia.

There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the network.

You have built a wall of concrete shit between yourself and reality.

Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms

She realized for the first time that two people can never reach each others deepest feelings and instincts, that they spend their lives side by side, linked it may be, but not mingled, and that each one's inmost being must go through life eternally alone.

There are two races on earth. Those who need others, who are distracted, occupied and refreshed by others, who are worried, exhausted and unnerved by solitude as by the ascension of a terrible glacier or the crossing of a desert; and those, on the other hand, who are wearied, bored, embarrassed, utterly fatigued by others, while isolation calms them, and the detachment and imaginative activity of their minds bathes them in peace.

The reigning economic system is a vicious circle of isolation. Its technologies are based on isolation, and they contribute to that same isolation. From automobiles to television, the goods that the spectacular system chooses to produce also serve it as weapons for constantly reinforcing the conditions that engender "lonely crowds.

This society eliminates geographical distance only to produce a new internal separation.

abstract' comes from a Latin verb which simply meant 'draw away' (abstrahere).

Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.