Quotes About Isolation

The history of this country was made largely by people who wanted to be left alone. Those who could not thrive when left to themselves never felt at ease in America.

A decent man would stand out like a cactus on an ice floe.

We had discovered an accursed country. We had found the Home of the Blizzard.

I am truly a "lone traveler" and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart.

And there are new kinds of nomads, not people who are at home everywhere, but who are at home nowhere. I was one of them

The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.

I can't walk, so I can't go home. No need to talk, cause I'm all alone. If I stay here they're gonna lock me in, hitting the bottle again.

The home stands in contrast to all other capitalist institutions as the last stronghold of pre-capitalist isolation.

I would spend my nights at home but if it means contention. I'd rather be alone tell the service man cut the phones.

You don't blame us for being here, do you? After all, we have no place to go. No home... Incidentally, what an excellent day for an exorcism.

I remember when I first started being in magazines, I had pretty thin skin. I was this nerd that read books and stayed home and didn't go out.

I never wanted to be home-schooled. I didn't like the idea of being home-schooled. It would only separate myself even further from the real world, and that's never what I wanted.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.

Unfriending me when I didn't even know we were friends? It's like breaking wind when you're home alone. If I can't smell you, knock yourself out.

I start sweating and shaking and having panic attacks if I am not at home.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

I'm just going to crumble like a wreck. I'll go home, become an alcoholic and maybe! jump of a bridge.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

I think I'm a homebody. I don't talk to anyone. I sit at home, and no one asks me questions or I'm talking about goat noises.

I'm not much of a golfer, I don't have any friends and all I like to do is go home and be alone, and not worry about ways not to lose.

Those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces, desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone.

I've been half-frozen for so long, it is as though the winter has set up home in my marrow.