Quotes About Isolation

Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.

In poverty a man is alone. But with prosperity, He has many friends.

It's lonely up in the top

We been abandoned, Lieutenant. We been kicked off the edge of the goddamn cliff. They don't know how to fight it, and they don't know how to stop fighting it.

And God stepped out on space,And He looked around and said,"I'm lonely—I'll make me a world."

There were two immediate results of my forced loneliness: I began to find company in books, and greater pleasure in music.

And God stepped out on space, and He looked around and said: I'm lonely - I'll make me a world.

There ain't nothing wrong with being alone, which is what I am, or what I have been. It's when it turns to loneliness, when you get to feeling blue about it all, that you're in trouble. There's the problem, loneliness.

Her father there, her mother here. A universe-sized gap between them.

She had done everything he wanted, and tonight it didn't matter. He was the man who preferred the empty room all along. Not these things, not these children, not her. He wanted his steak and his wine and his Scotch, and a young waitress he could bully to bring it to him, and after that, where he slept didn't matter.

What country is that without a friend in it?

If I have any excuse to offer, it is that in here we do not view our neighbours as they do out there.

There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one.

t is a lonely washin' that hasn't a man's shirt in it.

sometimes there have been moments when I have perfectly understood the self-portrait called Man Screaming which Egon Schiele painted after his return from Trieste to Vienna, and it has dawned upon me what a nightmare hiatus we all pass through, on the way from birth to death. Surely the only logical response would be to stand on a bridge and scream? But no, self-deception sees us through.

There's something singularly moving about that moment when this man—deaf and sick and misanthropic and self-torturing, at the same time one of the most extraordinary and boundlessly generous men our species has produced—greets us person to person, with glass raised, and hails us as friends.

He served humankind but never understood people, and though he yearned with all his heart for love and companionship, year after year he could bear humanity less and less in the flesh. His

maar in die halfdonkerte daar sien sy niks anders as verwaarlosing nie.

Hij keek even naar de drol. Het uiteinde glansde van een slijmerige bloederige afscheiding. In het stuk krant hield hij hem als een sigaar tussen zijn vingers, bracht hem halverwege naar zijn mond en keek mismoedig met treurige hondeogen naar een denkbeeldige voorbijganger. 'Hebt u een vuurtje voor me,' vroeg hij somber.

I'd always gone out of my way to streamline my life—removing all potential complication. I suddenly realized that mostly meant not having people around. Clearly, people were the biggest complication life threw at you.

Television she could do without for a night or two, but having no Internet was akin to having no hot water. It just wasn't a livable sort of thing.

When you sat in the dark every day, it was hard to know how much time passed.

I nodded, completely understanding his desire to get away from people, especially people who were judging your ability to do your job when they really had zero idea what that job entailed.

only one road out here." "Just stay cool," I said. "They're probably