Quotes About Isolation

I wish I had the strength to make an outcast of myself.

You know my biggest fear is this: That all my hard work. All my good intentions. All my studying. Have been nothing more than a building of a wall between me and life.

One boy's footprints are not long in being lost in the snow, in the steadily falling snow of the shortest day, the longest night; they are lost as soon as they are made. And once again the heath is clothed in drifting white. And there is no ghost, save the one ghost that lives in the heart of a motherless boy, till his footprints disappear.

For man is essentially alone, and one should pity him and love him and grieve with him.

Human beings, in point of fact, are lonely by nature, and one should feel sorry for them and love them and mourn with them. It is certain that people would understand one another better and love one another more if they would admit to one another how lonely they were, how sad they were in their tormented, anxious longings and feeble hopes.

My whole life I've had the fear that I was going to be abandoned.

På dagtid er det bare oss to. Balatov og meg. Foruten å bekjentgjøre sine seksuelle preferanser seks ganger om dagen stinker han som hestemøkk marinert i bensin. Dessuten bruker han enhver anledning til gjøre seg til kompis. «Jeg vise deg bilde av svart. Er på rom. Kom.»

Nenorocirile vin cu gramada, in timp ce norocul calatoreste intotdeauna signur, spuneau oamenii in vechime.

Concluzia trista la care ajunsesem in viata era ca fericirea nu vine de la ceilalti oameni, ci din a sta cat mai departe de ei.

now at the end of a long avenue, but when he turned to, look for his followers not one was to be seen; the woods had closed instantly upon him as he had passed through. He was entirely alone, and utter

I felt as we floundered aimlessly about in the snow that it made little difference to me whether I lived or died. It seemed to me that the terrible journey would have no end. I was awake and aware of all that was transpiring around me, but had lost all feeling and power of speech, and existed like an animated dead man.

She had sunk at latitude 77°15 N, longitude 155° E, a little more than seven hundred miles south of the North Pole.

We live in weary suspense," DeLong wrote. "Wintering in the pack may be a thrilling thing to read about alongside a warm fire, but the actual thing is sufficient to make any man prematurely old.

I thought it was safer and easier to be one my own. But I don't think I was to be invisible anymore because-because it's lonely, and I don't want to be lonely. I don't want to be alone.

I was being thrown to the wolves. Even though I did something great, nobody wanted to be a part of it. I was so isolated. I couldn't share it. For many years, even after Jackie Robinson, baseball was so segregated, really. You just didn't expect us to have a chance to do anything. Baseball was meant for the lily-white.

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill?He sounds too blue to fly.The midnight train is whining low,I'm so lonesome I could cry.

By its very nature the beautiful is isolated from everything else. From beauty no road leads to reality.

As it was, we all acted alone, we were caught alone, and every one of us will have to die alone. But that doesn't mean that we are alone.

Alles ist Alleinsein.

I am utterly alone with myself, I see clearly that from now on I shall always be utterly alone with myself. I am somewhere where neither love nor friendship can reach, I am in hell … I have sinned for a brief while and I am being punished for it, incredibly severely, for a long time! But one should have known, before one sinned, how severe the punishment would be. One should have been warned beforehand, then one would not have sinned …

And while I walked out again into the countryside, which was slowly growing darker and darker, it became painfully clear to me that I was played out. I had nothing left to live for, I had lost my footing in society, and I felt I had not the strength to look for a new one, nor to fight to regain the old.

Oh, but childhoods go by so quickly too, we have them for such a short time - six years? Ten at the most? We are so alone in this life.

I was a failure, a failure of the most disgraceful and cowardly kind. The thought was unbearable, and I began to play with the idea of not returning home at all, but of going out into the world, of submerging myself in the darkness somewhere, in some darkness where a man might disappear without trace, without a final cry.

He sat in his shirt on the edge of the bed and stared into vacancy, desolate. The cigarette ash fell unnoticed on his spotless floor, patterned with the stars, and sun, and moon.