Quotes About Isolation

the pain of the constant, bone-chilling loneliness she'd accustomed herself to. And learned to live with it.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge, I live alone, I look to die alone: Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge, Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back, My heart goes sighing after swallows flown On sometime summer's unreturning track.

All others are outside myself; I lock my door and bar them out The turmoil, tedium, gad-about. I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all? If I could once lay down myself, And start self-purged upon the race That all must run ! Death runs apace.

The only access now to the world, the universe, is made through bits and pieces, clung to as small heroes battling against withdrawal.

Isolation from local needs and overexposure to overwhelming but distant need, make our responses to strangers uncertain and tentative at best

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

There may be cures to loneliness but marriage is not one of them

Norma Wallace stood on a bed of pine needles deep in the Mississippi woods

Los cadáveres se quedaban allí, con su ropa negra, devorados por las ratas y los gusanos, derretidos por el sol, anegados por las lluvias. Eran el abono del miedo.

Small towns in remote corners of the world are really quaint, unless you don't fit into them. Then they're just small.

We spent the night smiling politely at each other through this glass barrier that felt like it had sprung up right behind my eyes. Like I was trapped inside myself, and the me who danced awkwardly with her on the floor was this stand-in, making dumb jokes while I beat against the glass wall, beat against it with my fists and then my head...

They who would isolate themselves from the world and its duties must cease to know and to care, as well as to act, and be content to let things take their course. This in effect they cannot do; this they never do; and the only result is a struggle in which they neither live nor die — neither live as they wish, in the past, nor do their duty in the working world.

To kill yourself was to say to your family members, I can no longer live with myself. To vanish was to say, I can no longer live with you.

Sometimes when you are in a foreign country it feels like everyone is in on a joke against you.

Taivas: kylmä Maa: kylmä Minä: harhautunut niiden väliin

I am not Hamlet. I don't play a role anymore. My words have nothing more to tell me. My thoughts suck the blood out of the images. My drama is cancelled. Behind me the set is being built. By people my drama doesn't interest, for people it doesn't concern. It doesn't interest me anymore either. I won't play along anymore.

I went into the kitchen, took the cognac out of the icebox and had a long drink from it. It didn't help. I had another, that didn't help either.

For the outsider--and everyone in this world is an outsider in relation to everyone else--something always seems worse or better than it does for the one directly concerned, whether that something is good luck or bad luck, an unhappy love affair or an 'artistic decline'.

Most people, being denied reliable telepathic communication, reach for the phone, which they feel is more reliable.

the 25,000-foot peak of Gurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacred Mount Kailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from the Himalaya range. When we first caught sight of it our Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. For Buddhists and Hindus this mountain is the home of their gods and the dearest wish of all the pious is to visit it as pilgrims once in their lives.

Ieder mens is uiteindelijk altijd alleen, je bent eenzaam als je degene met wie je alleen bent, geen prettig gezelschap vindt

There is a character in The Count of Monte Cristo who digs through solid rock for years and finally gets somewhere: he finds himself in another cell. It was that kind of moment.

I looked at this polite little sentence & sat crying on the bed —