Quotes About Isolation

She jerked the drapes shut, closing him out. Barricading

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.

Better be quarreling than lonesome.

Better be quarrelling than lonesome.

They have courses teaching you foreign languages and ballroom dancing and etiquette and cooking. But there are no classes to learn how to be by yourself in a furnished room with chipped dishes, or how to be alone in general without any words of concern or familiar sounds.

Then I can sit in the film café from morning till night, all year round. Some day they will discover me as a starved corpse to use as an extra.

Man hat mich vergessen. Ich habe in einer dunklen Ecke gestanden und alles gehört. Man konnte nicht wissen, dass ich noch da war, aber man hat mich vergessen. Alle sind fort, und ich gehe alleine nach Hause - es ist nicht weit, aber es ist meine eigene Schuld.

I was anti-everything and everyone. I didn't want people around me. This aversion was not some big crippling anxiety; merely a mature recognition of my own psychological vulnerability and my lack of suitability as a companion. Thoughts jostled for space in my crowded brain as i struggled to give them some order which might serve to motivate my listless life.

Sometimes ah think that people become junkies just because they subconsciously crave a wee bit ay silence.

Loneliness is a kind of prison. [Vincent Van Gogh]

He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.

All the suffering that humanity ever knew can be traced to the one fact that no man in the history of the Galaxy ... could really understand one another. Every human being lived behind an impenetrable wall of choking mist within which no other but he existed.

You must know everything. The whole world will fall at your feet and grovel before you. Everybody must envy you. Do not trust people. Do not have friends. Do not lend them money. Do not give them your heart!

And this the burthen of his songForever used to be,"I care for nobody, not I,If no one cares for me."

Hon såg att hon var ensam i världen och omgiven av kraftfulla fjärran krafter som bara var bundna av det att leva."

For many Extraverts, "hell at a party" is "not being able to get in." Many introverts see it as "being there.

One symptom of being on that path is loneliness." He continues: Nothing strengthens us so much as isolation and transplantation ... under the wholesome demand his soul will put forth all her native vigor . . . it may not be necessary for us to withdraw from home and friends; but we shall have to withdraw our heart's deepest dependence from all earthly props and supports, if ever we are to learn what it is to trust simply and absolutely on the eternal God.

Oh yes. It's open all right, but not many people come in here to look at me now so there's no point in selling tickets. No one is interested in a man who professes to be a monster. They'll give me notice very soon. I started out being a great attraction, but people soon understood that what fascinated them about me was no more than the reflection of their own deformities. All I do is how them what is inside themselves,' He added mournfully.

Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow

One's life, from the beginning, is lonely and desolate; After death, you are inactive of your own. Look quietly at the world of men- Whether they flourish or fade, it's all one grave

I had fallen in love. What I mean is: I had begun to recognize, to isolate the signs of one of those from the others, in fact I waited for these signs I had begun to recognize, I sought them, responded to those signs I awaited with other signs I made myself, or rather it was I who aroused them, these signs from her, which I answered with other signs of my own . . .

Reading is solitude.

Reading is solitude. One reads alone, even in another's presence.

I am the man who comes and goes between the bar and the telephone booth. Or, rather:that man is called 'I' and you know nothing else about him, just as this station is called only 'station' and beyond it there exists nothing except the unanswered signal of a telephone ringing in a dark room of a distant city.