Quotes About Isolation

Being a lone wolf is sometimes better than being in a pack.

I think everyone feels alone in their sadness, and there's a certain value to hearing other people's sad stories.

Darkness was my best friend and loneliness my soulmate.

There is no greater isolation a man may experience than to be lonely in a crowd.

I have to stay alone in order to fully contemplate and feel nature.

That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened-good, bad, or anywhere in between-it was always, if nothing else, all your own.

There are people who like to be alone without feeling lonely at all.

Nobody enjoys the company of others as intensely as someone who usually avoids the company of others.

I needed to be alone for whatever would happen. I knew that something would as certainly as if this were a last chapter.

The time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself.

No one wanted me to be a conscientious objector. My parents certainly didn't want it. My teacher and mentor, Joe Brearley, didn't want it. My friends didn't want it. I was alone.

I am not the most courageous guy in the world outside of the court. Being alone in the dark is something I don't like.

Cyber void is so full of amazing emptiness that makes us feel fulfilled.

So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

I would just go in my room and just scream out of anger because I didn't understand how a person could be so vicious and mean.

Pursuing originality, the would-be creator works alone. In loneliness one assumes the responsibility for oneself that one cannot fulfill. Novelty is a new kind of loneliness.

But we had a year when even to look at one another would make us grieve.

But there, in her diminishment, she seemed to resemble only herself, as if suffering finally had singled her out.

The interstate cut through farms. It divided neighbor from neighbor. It made distant what had been close, and close what had been distant.

In the evening I finished reading a book, and because I was feeling so alone, I buried the book on the edge of the forest with a borrowed spade.

In mir wühlte eine Verlassenheit, wie Termiten in einem gefallenen Baumstamm.

One solitary, overriding thought: get away from here. People frighten me.

The first time you ignored me, I was upset. Then I got mad at you. I yelled. You acted as if I didn't exist. It was weird and confusing.

As far as the Wagners were concerned, Kaye would just disappear. Within a month she would become another statistic, one of thousands of teenagers who walk out on their families every year.