Quotes About Isolation

Street deserted because the people were forced to do so.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.

Once upon a time, there was a little creature that was rather small and rather wicked and it lived all alone in the woods. The little creature lived in a little den, at the bottom of a little ravine, filled with not-at-all little brambles and on the edge of a forest that could only be described as really freakin' huge.

No one has called me. They all think I'm toxic or damaged, or both. I cannot stop crying so Dad holds me while Mom stands in the doorway with her half-open mouth and palms against her chest. Dad rocks me and whispers to me. He sings a little song in my ear as he dries my naked body with a towel while Mom stands in the doorway. He carries me to my bed, rests me head on his knees and lets my tears and snot soak dark spots into his white trousers.

My grandfather lived alone in this room with no one to love for twenty-six years. That kind of loneliness takes real strength.

On the bad days, there is no color. I know there are colors. I can see the colors, but the world looks gray. The sounds are muffled by a crackling web of static that sits behind my eyes and buzzes in my ears.

What else but a profound feeling of being excluded can enable a person better to see the absurdity of the world and his own existence, or, to put it more soberly, the absurd dimensions of the world and his own existence?

If you write a novel alone you sit and you weave a little narrative. And it's O.K., but it's of no account.

The writer is all alone.

Like many isolated people, they were wrapped up in themselves and not too interested in the world outside.

We left you there, lonely, Beauty your power, Wisdom your watchman, To hold the clay tower. from 'The Tale of the Tiger Tree

He was lying with his eyes closed--it was easier to talk that way and he spoke with that searing, convulsive anger that surfaces when there's no one to direct it against.

There existed between Erzsébet and the external world something like a vacuum, like the padding in a madman's cell. The eyes of the portrait proclaim it; she wished to seize and couldn't touch. Then, the wish to be awake but not to be alive, that is what kindles the taste for blood, the blood of others; perhaps this was the hidden secret which, ever since her birth, had been obscured from her.

I am always locked in my design studio.

I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.

True, I played, fought and studied with other children, but always I stood apart within. … A cosmic loneliness was my shadow.

People shy away from messed-up people. They don't want to be burdened.

Our society is not a community, but merely a collection of isolated family units.

I'm addicted to silence and privacy; I wallow in it.

Sometimes there's comfort in wrapping oneself in aloneness, witnessing your own pain.

There is something in me in the deepest part of me, at the center of me, something infinitely barren that doesn't weep when I weep that doesn't laugh when I laugh but seems to say eternally I'm here, indifferent to everything.

I don't have famous neighbours and if I did, I'd avoid them. I don't live the jet-set.

You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.

Pure at heart: to be like a flower that blooms as gloriously, brilliantly in a secluded wild wood, not seen and praised.