Quotes About Isolation

I never want to see anyone, and I never want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to write.

All my bally life, dear boy," Motty went on, "I've been cooped up in the ancestral home at Much Middlefold, in Shropshire, and till you've been cooped up in Much Middlefold you don't know what cooping is!

In a crass and materialistic world there must inevitably be a scattered few here and there in whom pumpkins touch no chord.

Fear and Bigotry are bred fom isolation and ignorance. -Shekinah

I'm going to remember this, I told myself sternly. I'm going to remember how awful they made me feel today. So when I'm scared and alone and whatever else is going to happen to me starts to happen, I'm going to remember that nothing about be as bad as being stuck here.Nothing.

What dark secrets do you keep hidden from the world? Where would you go if no one could find you? What would you do if no one could see you?

I'm going to remember how awful they made me feel today. So when I'm scared and alone and whatever else is going to happen to me starts to happen, I'm going to remember that nothing could be as bad as being stuck here. Nothing.

Remember the lesson our ancestors learned with their precious blood: Fear and bigotry are bred from isolation and ignorance.

We stand separate from the world because of our gifts. Never forget that, because you may be sure the world never will.

I'm going to remember this, I told myself sternly. I'm going to remember how awful they made me feel today. So when I'm scared and alone and whatever else is going to happen to me starts to happen, I'm going to remember that nothing could be as bad as being stuck here. Nothing.

She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.

Most of the Marois Bay scenery is simply made as a setting for the nursing of a wounded heart. The cliffs are a sombre indigo, sinister and forbidding; and even on the finest days the sea has a curious sullen look. You have only to get away from the crowd near the bathing-machines and reach one of these small coves and get your book against a rock and your pipe well alight, and you can simply wallow in misery. I have done it myself.

Life in the country, with its lack of intellectual stimulus, has caused his natural feebleness of mind to reach a stage which borders closely on insanity.

If it is bad to be all dressed up and no place to go, it is almost worse to be full of talk and to have no one to talk it to.

It's a hell for the poor, in New York. An iron, grinding city. It frightens you. It's so big and hard and cruel. It takes the fight out of you.

Cold is the ogre that drives all beautiful things into hiding

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me.

There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.

Para que nada nos separe que nada nos una.

Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

How did the abandoned bicycle win its freedom?

we shall always be, you and i, alone upon the earth, to begin life.

Did the loneliness die that night? Or was I born then, of my solitude?