Quotes About Isolation

I did not know my own identity. I was burgled of body and hung in the sky like a woman of straw.

So I went up north to a land of palm trees and mangroves like malignant growths in the mud-filled throats of the bays, and orange trees with their leaves accepting darkly and seriously, in their own house as it were, the unwarranted globular outbursts of winter flame; and the sky faultless and remote.

And he felt so lonely so close up to the sky, not the rewarding and proud loneliness he had felt when driving the train at night across the plains, but an unforgiving and harsh emptiness, as if he had been rejected by earth and sky and must stay forever now in the between gulf, tired and afraid.

Some days later Susan and I went to the city for an X-ray, and Susan was found to have tuberculosis, and was put in one of the small rooms down the corridor next to Margaret and to Eva who woke one morning, vomited, and died, and her mother, a small woman with bandy legs and wearing a grey coat, came to collect her things.

She needn't have worried. It was her mind he wanted to reach, and nobody , by conversation, could ever reach Grace's mind. Like the grave, it was a "private place", and could not be shared.

I will write about the season of peril. I was put in hospital because a great gap opened in the ice floe between myself and the other people whom I watched, with their world, drifting away through a violet-coloured sea where hammerhead sharks in tropical ease swam side by side with the seals and the polar bears. I was alone on the ice.

Let me put it this way: Would you like to go off on your own now?" The arachne hunched. Tocohl saw herself reflected in the ebony eye of its lens. "Do you mean without you?" "Yes, that's exactly what I mean." "I wouldn't like that at all. Who'd explain things to me? Who would I talk to?" The arachne began to rock. "You wouldn't make me go away without you, would you, Tocohl? Say you wouldn't. Say it in Jenji.

At this moment I do not have a personal relationship with a computer.

I will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.

But you see, that's the gilded prison of fashion. We're riding in private jets, and meantime I was so incredibly, painfully sad and lonely.

It's asking for trouble to listen to music alone.

A café is for "people who want to be alone but need company for it." –Noel Riley Fitch, Paris Café: The Select Crowd

On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people and then I go home alone.

On stage, I make love to 25,000 people, then I go home alone.

On stage, I make love to 25,000 different people, then I go home alone.

Rural places have hemorrhaged their best and brightest children, their intellectuals, thinkers, organizers, leaders, and artists-those who would create change and who would parent another generation of thinkers. All gone. Our seeds are disappearing.

imagine you are an astronaut alone in space. no planets in view. no spacecraft. no distant stars. no source of light. imagine the latent terror, the quiet of space, the strange sensation of floating, the unspeakable dark between wealth of stars.

No one's here this time of year except caretakers: often alcoholic friends of the family who can't handle society, who hide and take care of mansions and animals. He

Tasmanian history is a study of human isolation unprecedented except in science fiction - namely, complete isolation from other humans for 10 000 years.

In much of the rest of the world, rich people live in gated communities and drink bottled water. That's increasingly the case in Los Angeles where I come from. So that wealthy people in much of the world are insulated from the consequences of their actions." [ Why Societies Collapse , ABC Local, July 17, 2003]

The metaphor is so obvious. Easter Island isolated in the Pacific Ocean — once the island got into trouble, there was no way they could get free. There was no other people from whom they could get help. In the same way that we on Planet Earth, if we ruin our own [world], we won't be able to get help.

I want to protect innocent people from sin by locking them in cages, where the evil can't get to them.

I just realized my lips are inside out. They should be turned inwards, because I spend most of my time talking to myself.

After my mother's death, I had such difficulty relating to people.