Quotes About Isolation

Johnson odiaba y temía la vida en un pueblo. Las calles cerradas y silenciosas lo sumían en la desesperación. En un pueblo, su presencia no encontraba reflejo. La soledad se volvía insoportable. La ciudad tenía sentido porque hacía soportable la soledad.

The life we lead as writers is awful—it's boring, tedious, lonely," -Vivian Gornick

The age in which we live, this non-stop distraction, is making it more impossible for the young generation to ever have the curiosity or discipline... because you need to be alone to find out anything.

They said everything outside killed, so I thought nothing did.

Her people, like all the other people on earth, were too self-centered, too introspective. Perhaps that was inevitable, for their isolation was well enforced. But as a result the healers has been too shortsighted; by protecting the dreamsnakes, they had kept them from maturing.

Few people take an interest in Iceland, but in those few the interest is passionate.

There was something wrong with this man. He didn't call me Toby. He didn't even talk to us. I thought of my first mother, the very last time I saw her, escaping the Yard because she couldn't live with humans, not even with someone as loving as Senora. But the man didn't love us at all.

guessed that's why he'd come to this mountain, to play with me, because he didn't seem to have much else to do with his life.

No poet or novelist wishes he were the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number fondly believe their wish has been granted.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look.We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeatedMay say Alas but cannot help or pardon.

The windiest militant trash Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: What mad Nijinsky wrote About Diaghilev Is true of the normal heart; For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have; Not universal love But to be loved alone.

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

You were silly like us; your gift survived it all: The parish of rich women, physical decay, Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry. Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still, For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives In the valley of its making where executives Would never want to tamper, flows on south From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs, Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives, A way of happening, a mouth.

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That for all they care, I can go to hell.

Para soñar hace falta libertad, soledad...

Todo el mundo piensa que no encaja del todo. Es parte de la maldición de ser humano.

I think I was cold in the womb.

You know that the Tasmanians, who never committed adultery, are now extinct.

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.

A lonely impulse of delight

No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream.

The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.

triple solitude of age, eccentricity, and deafness

Young Man. Aoife is far away. I am alone. I have come alone in the midst of you To weigh this sword against Cuchullain's sword.