Quotes About Isolation

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. 'Then why are you here?

Nobody," Sage reads, "who looks at a shard of flint lying beneath a rock ledge, or who finds a splintered log by the side of the road would ever find magic in their solitude. But in the right circumstances, if you bring them together, you can start a fire that consumes the world.

Nobody's birthday.

What no one told me about grief is how lonely it is. No matter who else is mourning, you're in your own little cell. Even when people try to comfort you, you're aware that now there is a barrier between you and them, made of the horrible thing that happened, that keeps you isolated.

I walk towards the car but on second thought step back to the railing for a final look. Enormous. Anonymous. I could hurtle myself down the walls of this chasm, and never be found.

No necesitas agua para sentir que estás ahogándote, ¿o sí? Cuando

A square meter of earth, Dostoevski said; if all you had was a square meter of earth to stand on, and nothing around you but impenetrable fog, living would be preferable to dying.

He formed a Masturbation Club and didn't allow anybody else to join.

Èši-a spus cineva ceva? am întrebat-o. - Nu-s decât o ciuperc?. Gluma asta cazon? era veche È™i pe timpul lui taic?-meu: Sunt È›inut? în bezn? È™i hr?nit? cu rahat.

Meanwhile, we chip ice, shovel snow, thaw pipes, scrape windows. Winter lasts forever on this god-forsaken world.

the city is just too big and too full of people to be alone.

You scan the cheering bleachers for the strange boy's face: handsome, reserved, with the eye patch, a little dramatic, a little scary. You finally find him sitting there in the middle of the sixth row. He is wearing a dark green army jacket and is staring back at you. He looks sad and beautiful, like a watercolor in a hospital room.

I was a shy kid and I was afraid what I said sounded stupid, so I hardly ever said anything. I was the third wheel. Fifth wheel? I was the fucking wheel you didn't really need, but I still hung around. I thought maybe my silence would one day impress somebody. As of yet, it hadn't done much for me.

We are wholly alone in the evening gloom. And my fingers are warm like the lost days of June. — Joseph Brodsky, from "Evening," Joseph Brodsky: Selected Poems , trans. George L. Kline (Harper & Row, 1973)

No one knows what it is to lie here alone day after day, in silence and darkness, without hearing a voice or seeing a ray of light. Sad thoughts come over me, and I do not feel sometimes as if I could bear it any longer or as if it could ever be light again.

the other he keeps away from church. People get out of his way when he appears once in a twelve-month down here among us. We all fear him and he is really just like a heathen or an old Indian, with those thick grey eyebrows and that huge uncanny beard. When he wanders along the road with his twisted stick we are

No one knows what it is to lie here alone day after day, in silence and darkness, without hearing a voice or seeing a ray of light. Sad thoughts come over me, and I do not feel sometimes as if I could bear it any longer or as if it could ever be light again. But when you come and read those words to me, then I am comforted and my heart rejoices once more.

If you think having real friends now is not necessary, then wait when you get old... It's more difficult to make real friends in old age than when you're young.

The torment of not building friendships in families can last for a lifetime.

Richard Farson, professor at the Humanistic Psychology Institute in San Francisco, says, "Millions of people in America have never had one minute in their whole lifetime where they could 'let down' and share with another person their deeper feelings.

We live our lives, made up of a great quantity of / isolated instants / So as to be lost at the heart of a multitude of things.

Pulling down his hat he lingered on the street corner, melting back against a grimy wall of London brick.

D isables our feelings—2 Peter 2:19 E nergy drain—Psalm 146:7–8 N egates our growth—Psalm 107:13–14 I solates us from God—Genesis 3:7–8 A lienates us from other human relationships—Ephesians 4:25 L engthens our pain—Jeremiah 30:17

Everything in the room seemed turned away from me in sullen resistance, averthing itself from my unwelcome return.