Quotes About Isolation

In England, people don't like me.

I enjoyed being anonymous.

I didn't spend enough time making friends in real life.

None of my friends are in the entertainment industry.

Religion was my entire life. And then, when I came out, religion completely turned their back on me. And I've never really gotten over that.

I've bought more shoes during the coronavirus than I ever have. Probably in my entire life.

I know that Perugia is probably the least-welcome place for me in the entire world.

I don't have an entourage. In fact, I have no live-in help.

I don't do well in social environments.

I used music and reading to erase my world, so basically I read for up to 16 hours a day for 23 years.

Writing dark poetry was always my escape.

In Heidelberg, in Hoffenheim, there's not much going on. I am so used to being around my London estate, so when I am here I am kind of lost in a different environment, a different area.

XXIV. Wurzeln zu schlagen ist nicht immer ein probates Mittel gegen Einsamkeit.

A game lasts 90 minutes. And how long are 90 minutes? How long are they without society? And who bares them?

I am your boy drowning in this country, who doesn't know the word for drowning and yells I am diving for the last time!

In these avenues, deafness is our only barricade.

Você sobrevive a sua falta de sensibilidade e compreende que o vazio do mundo é, de certa maneira, obra sua.

Weltvertrauen, vertrouwen in de wereld. Hij beschrijft hoe moeilijk het is om zonder dat vertrouwen te leven. Wie dat vertrouwen eenmaal is kwijtgeraakt, is voor altijd tot eenzaamheid veroordeeld onder de mensen. Zo iemand ziet in een ander nooit meer zijn medemens, maar altijd alleen de vijand.

Onze tijd is niet gunstig voor het behoud van het individu.

Oh, hogyha látnád árva lelkedet A végtelen ?rben keringeni, Amint értelmet és kifejezést Keres hiába, idegen világban, S nem érez többé semmit és nem ért, Megborzadnál.

In a deserted village the jackass is king.

Poverty can make people self-centered

The arrogance to insist on her own unhappiness, her own loneliness, had always been in her, but only now did it venture to emerge; it blossomed, ran wild, smothered her. She was unredeemable and nobody should have the effrontery to redeem her…

It's a very old wall, a very strong wall, from which no one can fall, which no one can break open, from which nothing can ever be heard again.