Quotes About Isolation

They've got a wall in China, it's a thousand miles long. To keep out the foreigners, they made it strong. And I've got a wall around me, you can't even see.

At life's most significant moments, we are always alone

This world does not exist to you when you are missing.

Loneliness is an emaciation of the spirit. -Who Has Known Heights: The Mystique Memoirs of a Melancholic Mind

When everything is social, suddenly nothing is.

I see humans but no humanity.

Living was a sad and empty thing

The individual seeks out the heat of the crowd, in this century, to protect himself against the cold emanating from the corpse of the world.

Loneliness is the best way to realize that you are not alone..

I can't believe I'm here, sitting with all my friends.There's No-one!And there's Nobody!My only two, and best true friends.

Loneliness is a poison, but aloneness is a catalyst.

Writing is a lonely business, which if allowed publicity and socializing it might deteriorate. Supportive people understand the need of a writer to withdraw to the solitude of oneself.

You know that if I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.

Amidst a crowd of strangers, I still remain unknownto myself.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you.Scream, and everyone ignores you.

It is indeed a curse to dream as you walk amongst the dreamless

Writing is like surfing on a wild sea, in the middle of a moonless night, in a hailstorm, on a deserted island.Yeah... that about sums it up.

Life is a prison in which we find ourselves.

The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter?

And here in my isolation I can grow stronger. Poetry seems to come of itself, without effort, and I need only let myself dream a little while painting to suggest it.

I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.

I have always disliked the idea of an arts ghetto in which poetry is kept on a life-support system.

Even ivory towers need central heating.

Poetry has ceased to be a public art and has become, as Whitehead said of religion, "What man does with his aloneness.