Quotes About Isolation

There is," he said, "a great sense of loneliness in the discharge of high public duties. The moment of decision is one of isolation.

Lonesomeness. Morandi, Cezanne, it's all about lonesomeness. And Rothko. Especially Rothko.

Probably it goes without saying, but time machine guys don't get a lot of action. Had a one night stand with something cute a couple of years ago. Not human exactly. Human-ish. Close enough that she looked awesome without her shirt on.

This gap, always there. Somehow unbridgeable, whether it's across a wide Pacific gulf of language and culture, or just a simple sentence, father to son, always distance.

Tonight, I feel small. An entire night in the city seems to be too much for me, too immense for me to get lost in. By now it's past one, the after-hours city is in full swing, and morning is a long way off.

Living like this means the year stops making sense, and the month and the week. The dates fall away from the days, like glass punched out of window frames, or ice cubes out of a tray into a sink, identical, dateless, nameless durational blobs, melting into an undifferentiated puddle. Is that a Saturday, a Friday, a Monday? Is that

I fix time machines during the day (whatever a day means for me—I'm not sure I even know that anymore), and at night I sleep alone, in a quiet, nameless, dateless day that I found, tucked into a hidden cul-de-sac of space–time.

IDK, I never represented someone for self-imprisonment before.

the inversion of the relationship, the care and feeding, the brute fact of physical dependency: If you don't do this, he can't do it for himself. If you miss a week, he sits in the dark. Not that he'll die. Although there is always that possibility. But he'll be lonelier that day, hungrier.

Vigny, more secret,As if in his tower of ivory, retired before noon.

There must be millions of people all over the world who never get any love letters... I could be their leader.

But I'll never see any of those fish," said Maxie."Or those whales. Or any lions or tigers. I'm never going to set foot in a rain forest now, am I? I won't even be able to watch old DVD's about them without electricity. What does the future hold? It's like going back to the middle ages. Nobody knowing what was going on beyond their front doorstep. All I'll ever know is this. This little bit of London.

You and I share the same DNA. Is there anything more lonely than that?

It is a very strange sensation to inexperienced youth to feel itself quite alone in the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached, and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted.

If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

for it is the pure, *intellectual* soul alone, that can receive delight from solitude.

Christ, he was empty, just a shell of himself. He had nothing to give, not even his seed.

Lady Bella went up to her apartment, and betook herself to her Books, which supplied the place of all company to her.

There are things in that wallpaper that nobody knows about but me, or ever will.Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day.It is always the same shape, only very numerous.And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern.

I don't like to look out of the windows even--there are so many of those creeping women, and they creep so fast. I wonder if they all come out of that wallpaper as I did?

I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once. But, turn as fast as I can, I can only see out of one at one time. And though I always see her, she may be able to creep faster than I can turn! I have watched her sometimes away off in the open country, creeping as fast as a cloud shadow in a high wind.

The front pattern does move—and no wonder! The woman behind shakes it!

This was not life, this was a nightmare.