Quotes About Isolation

Forget so-called peer-pressure. It's more like peer-hunger. No? We enter a spiritual puberty where we snap to the fact that the great transcendent horror is loneliness, excluded engagement of the self. Once we've hit this age, we will now give or take anything, wear any mask, to fit, be part-of, not be Alone, we young.

these darkest mornings start days that Orin can't even bring himself for hours to think about how he'll get through the day. These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light—the soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.

and while a couple of prorectors are feared, none of them is all that much respected, and they're avoided, and stick together with one another and keep to themselves and seem on the whole sad, with that grad-schoolish sense of arrested adolescence and reality-avoidance about them.

You just never quite occurred out there, kid.

The thing that I think a lot of us forget is that part of the fault is the books . . . you get this sort of cycle that as they become less important commercially they begin protecting their egos by talking more and more to each other and establishing themselves as this kind of tight cloistered world that doesn't really have anything to do with regular readers.

Manhãs de escala são um momento especial para o semiagorafóbico, porque quase todo mundo deixa o navio e vai para a terra firme participar de Passeios Organizados ou fazer turismo peripatético espontâneo e os conveses superiores da e.m. Nadir assumem a mesma qualidade fantasmagórica e misteriosa da sua casa quando você é criança, adoece e fica em casa quando todo mundo saiu para o trabalho ou a escola etc.

I tossici non hanno relazioni, prendono ostaggi

A large head is all The Darkness knows.

what words and terms might be applied to describe and assess such a solipsistic, self-consumed, endless emotional vacuum and sponge as she now appeared to herself to be? How was she to decide and describe—even to herself, looking inward and facing herself—what all she'd so painfully learned said about her?

tends to put us before the television and its one-way window

We're all terribly, terribly lonely. And there's a way, at least in prose fiction, that can allow you to be intimate with the world and with a mind and with characters that you just can't be in the real world. — David Foster Wallace, interview in Whiskey Island , Spring, 1993.

What Mark Nechtr fears most: solipsistic solipsism: silence.

With words and tears, she has amputated something from me. I gave her the intimate importance of me, and her bus pulled away, leaving something key of mine inside her like the weapon of a bee. All I want to do now is drive very away, to bleed.

Because we ceased long ago to be enough apart for a love to span any distance.

because the technology is going to get better and better, and it's going to get easier and easier and more and more convenient and more pleasurable to sit alone with images on a screen given to us by people who do not love us but want our money . . that's fine, in low doses, but if it's the basic main staple of your diet, you're going to die. In a very meaningful way, you're going to die.

well-trained viewer becomes even more allergic to people. Lonelier. Joe B.'s exhaustive TV-training in how to worry about how he might come across, seem to watching eyes, makes genuine human encounters even scarier.

The fact is that we're all lonely, of course. Everyone knows this, it's almost a cliché. So yet another layer of my essential fraudulence is that I pretended to myself that my loneliness was special, that it was uniquely my fault because I was somehow especially fraudulent and hollow.

Supongo que ser tímido significa básicamente estar absorbido por uno mismo hasta el punto en que estar rodeado de otras personas se hace realmente difícil

Loneliness came over him, like an avalanche of snow. He was alone. Where he had always wanted to be. You can only trust yourself. There's a rat buried deep in everybody and they'll rat on you if they get pushed far enough.

geek, a drunkard driven so low that he would bite off the heads of chickens and snakes just to get the booze he needed.

How lonely we are in the world; how selfish and secret, everybody!

alcoholics believe they are a breed apart; they are not happy no matter what they have in life, and the only thing that can truly take away their misery is a drink. No matter what they have in life and no matter how happy they ought to be, they will be depressed because of the chemical imbalance caused by the drink.

What a lonely and silly thing it is to be an Armenian writer in America.

Everything is changed for you. But it is still the same, too. The loneliness you feel has come to you because you are no longer a child. But the world has always been full of that loneliness.