Quotes About Isolation

les gens se sentent seuls quand ils rêvent .

Crowds moved wherever he went, across the bridge to Manhattan, in New York, wherever he went, life flowed and eddied, but he was not part of it.

He lived in the rich city as alien as a rat in a rich man's house that is fed on scraps thrown away, and hides here and there and is never a part of the real life of the house.

U meni postoji mjesto gdje živim posve sama; tu obnavljam svoja prolje?a koja nikad ne presahnu

don't know what to tell you," he said slowly. "I have not had time to think much about myself. Wherever I have been—at least until now, I have been mostly alone. The others were always much bigger—much older." He paused to consider himself in the past. "Older in years, that is," he amended. "I've always been too old for myself." She looked at him thoughtfully. "Then you have an old soul.

and looked sharply across the street. There was only one house

He could have been lonely except that he was never lonely, since he had always been alone.

Wyeth was perhaps stupid. No, he was not stupid, he was surrounded and isolated by comfort.

That is what I hate most about this war game. It cuts off communication between peoples. We cannot ask questions and so we cannot get answers.

The country she had taken for granted as her own, where she had been born, whose language alone she spoke, had rejected her and despised her.

To step off the island was to be drowned in the sea.

Oh, there is a loneliness which befalls me now and then and it is something more than death.

So lonely, so trapped within his own cocoon that he can't even cry without a spectator to appreciate the effort it takes to shed a tear onstage.

This was a little house, with a ceiling that kept getting higher and higher, a hot place with no windows. This was anger.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.

I didn't want to hurt him!" Ender cried. "Why didn't he just leave me alone!

But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed.

Art is made by the alone for the alone.

If an artist wants to use his mind for creative work, cutting oneself off from society is a necessary thing

To create art means to be crazy alone forever.

It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing and stretching one's arms again.

I am the soul in limbo.

Each living art object, taken out of its native habitat so we can conveniently gaze at it, is like an animal in a zoo. Something about it has died in the removal.

Creativity is essentially a lonely art. An even lonelier struggle.