Quotes About Isolation

Estar solo da sed de soledad

No me hables, si quieres, no me toques, no me conozcas más, yo ya no existo. Yo soy sólo la vida que te acosa y tú eres la muerte que resisto

Nobody lived around here. It was one of those American neighborhoods in which upper middle-income workers were warehoused, but in which very little real, actual living was done.

the disquieting hour before dawn when it feels as if no one else is alive.

I like to be in my pajamas all day. Sometimes I don't wash for days because I like to read and sit around. I like to eat in bed. I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned. I'm not fun to be with.

Je suis si vulnérable aux besoins et à l'influence des membres de ma famille que de temps en temps je m'en tiens à l'écart. Je ne leur écris pas. Je ne leur rends pas visite. Je ne mens pas, je ne nie pas, je me tiens seulement à l'écart.

The really great writers are people like Emily Bronte who sit in a room and write out of their limited experience and unlimited imagination.

No matter how hard he ran, how carefully he hid himself or what he might find as a weapon, he knew they would eventually locate him. It was as inevitable as the dark between the stars. And

in his frozen sleep, no one could hear his screams.

I was trying to solve a testing problem that simply couldn't be solved in isolation. Testing and development, when seen as separate disciplines or even as distinct problems, was wrong-headed and continuing down such a path meant we would solve neither.

All over Alabama the lamps are out. Every leaf drenches the touch; the spider's net is heavy. The roads lie there with nothing to use them. The fields lie there, with nothing at work in them, neither man nor beast.

He felt that although his father loved their home and loved all of them, he was more lonely than the contentment of this family love could help; that it even increased his loneliness, or made it hard for him not to be lonely.

I do not care about the greatest good for the greatest number . . . Most people are poop-heads I do not care about them at all .

Man is shut out from Heaven and Peace and Truth only in so far as he shuts out others from his sympathy. Where his sympathy ends his darkness and torment and turmoils begin.

We enter the world alone, we leave the world alone.

When they cry "Man overboard!" the oceanliner, as big as a house, stops all at once and the man they fish out with the ropes. But when a man's soul is overboard, when he drowns from horror and from desperation not even his own household stops but distances itself.

And no one realizes we should all, always, look like that, each with his eyes full of horror at his own, inescapable solitude.

No wonder Americans seemed crazy to everybody else--they were utterly alone in the vastness of this ridiculously immense land. They all skittered about, alighting and flying off again like frantic butterflies. Looking for--what? What were they looking for?

Each of the women elaborately ignored the other.

The world of reason must be a lonely place," she said.

Art is made by the alone for the alone.

Solitude is good company and my architecture is not for those who fear or shun it.

Bound, elbow to elbow, darkness and night entered the dwelling.

Only this reality is real now, only this place is real, sitting in the lonely cell of your will...