Quotes About Isolation

If mass media, social isolation in the suburbs, alienating workplaces and long car commutes create a bunker mentality, the Internet does the opposite.

At the beginning, I really wanted to be home with my kid. I was a product of my generation. But in the suburbs, you are very isolated, really alone.

My dad worked two jobs and moved us to the suburbs, and just being a black person, I went through a lot of racism and being called names and being bullied every single day. And it was hard. I didn't have any friends.

Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago, the color of my skin and my rather peculiar background as an Ethiopian immigrant delineated the border of my life and friendships. I learned quickly how to stand alone.

'The Beach' novel, in my mind, was, in some respects, subversive.

You don't look at each other on the subway.

I'm very social, and in a place like New York, even if you're alone on the subway, you never feel lonely.

Any notable moments spent on a subway usually do nothing more than expose human awfulness at its most pronounced.

I just don't know how to deal with so many people giving me that much affection. I never had that in my life.

In my mind I'm a blind man doin' time.

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.

I went from being very popular and the head of the clique in the sixth grade to having, like, kid depression in the seventh grade. Not leaving the house. Not looking people in the eye.... My body made me feel bad at everything.... I just was so depressed that I just focused on my studies and had a 4.0. And I really tried to be proud of that because that was the only thing I was excelling in.

Il n'est pas sûr, enfin, qu'en voulant donner une sanction sociale à la dignité, Améry ne l'ait pas confondue avec ce qu'on appellerait plutôt l'honneur : celui-ci consiste bien en une forme de reconnaissance accordée par la société en fonction de ses codes ; celle-là, en revanche, l'individu isolé peut aussi l'éprouver.

pendant qu'un détenu se coupe les veines et s'effondre dans son sang, ses compagnons de cellule terminent tranquillement le petit déjeuner. « Un homme perd son sang sous mes yeux et je lèche le fond de mon écuelle en ne pensant qu'au moment où l'on va me rapporter encore à manger. Reste-t-il encore en moi, en nous qui sommes ici, quelque chose d'humain ? »

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance; we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

Where else? I belong to a lost generation and am comfortable only in the company of others who are lost and lonely.

The days are long and quiet. They accumulate. There is no end to them. Picard walks the lanes around his fields. He broods. He writes—long, long books about great men and great deeds. Wine is made, and drunk. Winter comes, then spring, then harvest, then another deep cold winter. The cycle is endless. The huge clock ticks in the hall, eating time. His mind goes around in circles. What shall I do, now? Where do I go? Who am I?

They invent a howling theatrical language through which it becomes possible to express the grief of the whole world, a language understood by no one but the two of them.

The flame of love is now just a cold loneliness.

People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.

My biggest fear is that I will become too comfortable with the idea of being lonely for the rest of my life.

Great talents have some admirers, but few friends

Sometimes when you're really lonely, you really feel alive and you feel like you know who you are.

And sometimes it is better to solemnly retreat into solitude, than to be gravely misunderstood. Author: S.A. Quinox