Quotes About Isolation

His trouble was not madness, perhaps only desperation…

Thus the days went by at Terralba, and our sensibilities became numbed, as we felt ourselves lost between an evil and a virtue equally inhuman.

For awhile now, everything has been going wrong for me; it seems to me that in the world there now exists only stories that remain suspended or get lost along the way.

What line separates the inside from the outside, the rumble of wheels from the howl of wolves?

Although I was the one cast out alone onto a transcontinental bus, home was running away from me

It's a terrifying thing, the pain of a stranger. Impossible to bear it all, even on a strong day, even when the sun is shining and my back doesn't hurt and the dishes are all done.

I don't want to sound like someone's grandmother or anything here, but really, would it be so hard to pick up a phone and call?

Today, one must either be isolated and cut off, or a carefully guarded, affluent drop-out, to allow one's children to play in an environment where they listen to people rather than to stars, speakers, or instructors. All over the world, one can see the rapid encroachment of the disciplined acquiescence that characterizes the audience, the client, the customer.

Imagine, if you will, what life would be like if you were not understood.

In diesem Moment wurde mir klar, wie vereinsamt ich war: Schon bei der kleinsten zwischenmenschlichen Zuwendung brach ich beinahe in Tränen aus.

Watching the moon at dawn, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

People nowadays like to be together not in the old-fashioned way of, say, mingling on the piazza of an Italian Renaissance city, but, instead, huddled together in traffic jams, bus queues, on escalators and so on. It's a new kind of togetherness which may seem totally alien, but it's the togetherness of modern technology.

I do think there's something about the digital age that is increasingly dehumanising us. We're in this very weird place where we're being pulled into experiences that aren't really experiences at all.

Heaven for climate, Hell for company.

Stevenson, though, Was soon enough reduced to the timeless lamentations of the I-Matang on an atoll: "I think I could shed tears over a dish of turnips," he wrote in a letter. And elsewhere: "I had learned to welcome shark's fresh for a variety; and a mountain, an onion, an Irish potato or beefsteak, had long had been long lost to sense and dear to aspiration.

Some sacrificial souls delight in sacrificing themselves, but refuse reciprocal gestures. They do not want to feel obligated to those they are serving. But real leadership recognizes the value of the gestures of others. To neglect receiving kindness and help is to isolate oneself, to rob others of opportunity, and to deprive oneself of sustenance.

To neglect receiving kindness and help is to isolate oneself, to rob others of opportunity, and to deprive oneself of sustenance. Our example in this is the ultimate Servant Jesus, who came to serve but graciously accepted the service of others—people like His hosts Mary and Martha, the use of the colt He rode into Jerusalem, and others.

So far as I could tell, I was alone here, at least in this section. I wasn't happy about the way the corridor went up a little ways and disappeared around a bend. I decided then and there if I ever try to be an architect, all my buildings would borrow from my old high school gymnasium—a big, empty space where you can't possible hide anything. May not be much in the way of privacy, but there are advantages all right.

Divorced from the cosmos, from nature, from society and from each other, we have become fractured and fragmented.

whacking the ground, like a wife pounding her pillow, alone all night.