Quotes About Isolation

Being a shy person, I always felt strange outside with my camera.

My parents were distrustful of the outside world. They didn't think much good came out of it... The outside world was this strange place that was not so much dangerous as not as interesting as what went on in the house.

It's very strange to go from being completely secluded and doing your own work for yourself, to having an audience - and having an audience that's aware of what you do and expects you to do things that they like. It can make things difficult.

It's a strange world, the goalkeeping world.

I feel like an alien. I feel people don't like me. People behaved strangely after 'Rockstar.'

When I was young I read 'L'Etranger' by Camus, and it made me aware of the strangeness of life.

There is no loneliness greater than the loneliness of a failure. The failure is a stranger in his own house.

In South Africa, I feel I am a stranger, at best an animal.

In Mumbai, I feel like a stranger.

At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference.

Even now I can't stand being recognized in the street. I just hate it when strangers come up and try to talk to me. I'm pathologically shy.

If you want to go out and see a movie and sit in a dark room with strangers, it's not an experience you can replicate at home.

I once spent an entire night in a hotel in New York looking across the way into someone's apartment where nothing was happening but daily life, a phone call, television watching, staring into the fridge. Seeing how those strangers lived over that small distance and in absolute silence moved me deeply.

To an outsider, Abilene was like a small landfall in the Sargasso Sea - remote, laconic, and forever closed to strangers.

Whoever said that thing about how no man is an island probably doesn't live on one.

Relying on oneself is too much of an alien concept for so many. That is why millions have died.

The world had shrugged at him and revealed its indifference.

How are things on the edge of space?

Hell is people," she said. "What?" "An old android saying," she replied.

There are so many whys, and I'm just a poor, stupid girl. My head hurts from not understanding. My heart hurts from being alone.

Together we understood what terror was: you're not human anymore. You're a shadow. You slip out of your own skin, like molting, shedding your own history and your own future, leaving behind everything you ever were or wanted to believed in. You know you're about to die. And it's not a movie and you aren't a hero and all you can do is whimper and wait.

A big gloomy space was piled with bags, boxes, suitcases, parcels, umbrellas. There were a few shelves but no apparent order. Some of the bags seemed to have been left where they had been dropped. It was the sort of place horror-film directors dream of, or playwrights of the absurd, a place of the soul, in limbo.

She felt either apathy or hostility toward almost everyone, and she was happy that way.

I had nothing to contribute. I played no part. I was on the edge. Different. Alone. Everything around me, grey. It was the same old feeling, back again. I was in the middle of the group but I might as well have been a million miles away from these people.