Quotes About Isolation

I've got beautiful reviews for all my books, and I'm very well thought of in the tiny circles that know me, but I'm really starving.

and to hell with all the glories of loneliness.

The technology which, in our culture, has released urban and even rural man from the quiet before his hearth log has debauched his taste. Man no longer dreams over a book in which a soft voice, a constant companion, observes, exhorts, or sighs with him through the pangs of youth and age. Today he is more likely to sit before a screen and dream the mass dream which comes from outside.

No more from you, Walker. It's bad enough that I'm in here. Will

Anyone who doesn't need company is either greater than a man, and is a God, or lesser than a man, and is a beast.17 —Aristotle, as quoted by Saint Thomas Aquinas

They say: 'Come to tea and let us comfort you.' But it's no good. One must be crucified on one's own private cross. I know that V. will not come across the garden from the lodge, & yet I look in that direction for her. I know that she is drowned & yet I listen for her to come in at the door. I know that it is the last page & yet I turn it over. There is no limit to one's stupidity & selfishness.

You love humanity and I detest it. At best I am indifferent to it. Let it live and not interfere with me.

I play because my loneliness is very great, very deep- I fear it has no bottom at all! I stand on the edge of an abyss and hurl words, many heavy words, into it, but they fall without a sound. I hurl into it laughter, threats and moans. I spit into it. I fling into it heaps of stones and rocks. I throw mountains into it- ant still it remains silent and empty.

No more did the frozen heart ache.

My loneliness is very great. I am not in need of friends, but I must speak of Myself and I have no one to speak to.

An exile's life is no life.

Sie waren in einen Irrgarten immergrüner Hecken eingetaucht, und hinter jeder Hecke wartete eine Ecke, wartete eine Ecke, wartete eine Ecke, und dann noch eine Hecke. Nichts als Ecken und Hecken. Unnatürlich.

I unscrewed my own scrap of paper and read out: "Help! I am prisoner in the tower.

I am never lonely, Galahad. Or rather I never suffer from loneliness. I suffer much from the idea that my loneliness might be taken away from me by a lot of mercilessly well-meaning people.

fratele sãu mai mare, care È™edea cu o carte latineascã sub teiul bãtrân din faÈ›a curÈ›ii parohiale È™i pentru care pãsãrile cântau în zadar, iar soarele îÈ™i risipea fãrã folos aurul topit.

When my reputation was at its height, classmates insulted me right to my face as I walked down the hall. When a teacher called on me, boys snickered and girls rolled their eyes. My body and face burned. I felt mortified. I contemplated suicide.

Wissen Sie, weshalb man zwischen uns Verurteilten eine Zelle unbelegt lässt? Damit wir kein Komplott schmieden, uns selbst abzumurksen. Das würde gegen das Gesetz verstoßen [...]. Ein sehr schwerwiegender Verstoß, allerdings! In diesem Fürstentum wird es als niederträchtige Handlungsweise erachtet, den Versuch zu unternehmen, das Exekutionskommando auszutricksen.

Why would a happily married man isolate himself this way, standing in meditation through the night?

He's very private now," commented Brian. "He communicates by emails when there's a business discussion, but that's it.

Every day I saw others like me in this city—enough of us to populate our own town. But we only acknowledged each other with a furtive glance, fearful of calling attention to ourselves. Being alone in public was painful enough; two could find themselves smack in the center of an unbearable sideshow. We didn't seem to have any of our own places to gather in community, to immerse ourselves in our own ways and our own languages.

I don't think I have feelings like other people do. Sometimes you want me to talk to other people inside. Maybe I don't have real feelings.

I feel like a ghost, Edna. Like I've been buried alive. As far as the world's concerned, I was born the day I began to pass. I have no past, no loved ones, no memories, no me. No one really sees me or speaks to me or touches me.

Strange to be exiled from your own sex to borders that will never be home

He inhabited a gray winter fog on a distant elk mountain where hunters are lost indefinitely and their own bones mark the boundaries.