Quotes About Isolation

all monsters were misunderstood.

Maybe Larry was wrong about the word friend, maybe he'd been shoved away from everybody for so long all he was was a sponge for the wrongs other people did. Maybe, after all this time, he'd started to believe their version of him.

never seen real darkness, not in the city, but how, if you stood peeing off the cabin porch on a moonless night, or took a walk through the woods where the treetops stitched out the stars, you could almost forget you were there, you felt invisible. Country dark, his mother called it.

It was country dark, as Alice Jones had called these nights, the absence of any light but what you brought to the table. He sped up, his eyes focused on what was before him, and drove toward home.

After work the following Monday Larry sat on his porch not reading but waiting in his usual company of bats and birds and insects, the tinkling of his mother's chime each time the earth breathed its wind. He was disappointed but not surprised when the night stole the far trees and the fence across the road and then the road itself and finally the sky, Larry's truck gone too in the dark and stars beginning to wink in the sky like nail holes in the roof of a barn.

When I was in Philadelphia during the Depression in 1930 or '31, I got a very sad job as a night watchman in a garage. The cars in the garage had been abandoned by their owners, since they had lost their jobs and couldn't keep up the payments.

Everybody has something that chews them up and, for me, that thing was always loneliness. The cinema has the power to make you not feel lonely, even when you are.

Being an only child, I didn't have any other family but my mom and dad really, since the rest of my family lived quite far away from London.

Life is becoming no more than staring at the screen.

I'm on my own again. I feel totally exhausted. I

Picture the poor Arab private. He knows no one in his unit gives a shit about him; after all, he doesn't give a shit about any of them, either. They're not family. What happens when that private is placed in the loneliest position in the world, the modern battlefield? He runs at the first sign things are going badly. (He'll be fine as long as they are going well, though. Note: things rarely go well.)

En dieper dan de nacht'lijk roode stad, in tocht en vuilnisch der beschaving, op een smal perron met betegelde muuren en reclameborden, zoek ik de gelede kookers, de spooren en mechanische zuuren van een helwitte zwam: ondanks ontbuiging het geborgen gevoel, als in een schoot. Maar wie ben ik, dat ik hoopen kan. Dat ik niet word zooals den Roltrap hier: slechts bewegend door betreding, en door beweging sneller eenzaam.

I'm the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide. Then suddenly everyone had a class with her.

8. Conditions of Dialogue The functional is what is practical. The only practical thing is the resolution of our fundamental problem: the realization of ourselves (our uncoupling from the system of isolation). This is useful and utilitarian. Nothing else. All the rest represents only trivial derivations of the practical, and its mystification.

skin the off-white of a dirty motel sheet.

They'd read comic books and crossed wooden swords and flipped baseball cards against the walls, while floors above people lay strapped to their beds for trying to gouge their own eyes out.

Being alone is scarier than any boogey man and the reason why I don't choose to see Horror movies as a rule.

There is nothing more lonely than a true artist.

Relationships break down and many people live their days alone and for a lot of unions that do last not all the people are always so happy. Love is not guaranteed.

Life in a box is better than no life at all ... I expect.

Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don't get out much. It's true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.

It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.

You must have brought the bad weather with you The sky's the color of lead All you've left me is a feather On an unmade bed

All my friends are dead, or else they're not feeling too good.