Quotes About Isolation

You understand, my boy? I can't help you. And you can't help me. Nobody can help anybody.' 'I don't believe that.' 'The trouble with this world,' says LoBianco, 'is it has nothing to do with what people believe.

I could have said: I'm only a child but certain to end an outcast too.

At these moments sufferers desperately want to escape from their holes, the silence and loneliness, and return to the world we share with others… At these moments, language, the means of expression we are most comfortable with, becomes truly therapeutic – a form of medicine that has the power to relieve our suffering

Yet, in spite of this world-wide system of linkages, there is, at this very moment, a general feeling that communication is breaking down everywhere, on an unparalleled scale.

Sometimes you can hear the wire, hear it reaching out across the miles; whining with its own weight, crying from the cold, panting at the distance, humming with the phantom sounds of someone else's conversation. You cannot always hear it - only sometimes; when the night is deep and the room is dark and the sound of the phone's ringing has come slicing through uneasy sleep.

All that interconnectedness that facilitated much of the explosion of megawealth over the last decade also facilitated the interpenetration of everything, so no one or no building is truly isolated and 'safe' anymore. Safety is in getting along. (p.261)

I thought, too, of Thomas Merton's description of hell, where 'no one has anything in common with anybody else except the fact that they all hate one another and cannot get away from one another and themselves.

One by one, my pals from the old days drifted away, checking on me every once in a while and, seeing that there was nothing to be done—I would not listen to anyone at the time, no matter what they said—eventually leaving me to my obsession.

I found myself very lost after 'The Partridge Family ' and I lost my dad and I lost my manager, and I lived in a bubble, and it took me 15 years to get through that and a lot of psychotherapy, and I'm laughing about it now!

Poverty is not primarily about money. It is about having no idea what to do and/or having no one with whom to do it. The former I called imagination and the latter I called community. To the extent that our neighborhood had imagination and community, we were not poor. But without imagination and community, no money could help us. . . . The role of the local church is to be a community of imagination [for the kingdom].12

And once again Einar became exhausted by the world failing to know who he was.

Einar felt lonely, and he wondered if anybody in the world would ever know him.

Even though she was sitting next to the man, she couldn't believe he had noticed her. It felt to her as if no one could see her. She hardly felt real.

Nació en un páramo. Era un niñita nacida envuelta en un cuerpo de niño en un páramo

There was a terrible stretch of time in Einar's life - from the time Hans left Bluetooth until the day he met Greta at the academy - when he lived without anyone to reveal his secrets to. Lili could remember that, the feeling of biting down on one's thoughts and feelings and storing them up for no one.

HELL is the numbing of the soul.

Asterion. She calls me by my name, and lights this sunless coffin like a flame.

J'ai consulté mon téléphone: je n'avais aucun message. C'est à cela que servent les téléphones portables, à se rendre compte que personne ne pense à vous. Avant, on pouvait toujours rêver que quelqu'un cherchait à vous joindre, à vous parler, à vous aimer. Nous vivons maintenant avec cet objet qui matérialise notre solitude.

He was alone in the world, and the world was Natalie. Usually

Although she didn't know what to say. She was under the impression that she was going to have to go back and start again at zero, even relearn language. Maybe in the end all of them had been right to force her to socialize a bit, to force her to wash, dress, entertain. Her

Elle veut que personne ne l'aime. Personne, sauf elle.

Si un pays entier vous rejette, que faut-il espérer d'un homme?

Neviens neklaus?s cilv?kos, kuri apgalvo, ka v?las b?t vieni. V?lme p?c vienatnes noteikti ir slim?ga tieksme.

Los escritores están fatal de la cabeza, todo el mundo lo sabe. Y los que no publican deben ser peores aún.