Quotes About Isolation

A writer and his work is and should be like a surly dog with a bone, suspicious of everyone, trusting no one, loving no one. It's hard to justify such a life but that's the way it is if it is done well.

The ragged man looked around at the circle, and then he turned and walked quickly away into the darkness. The dark swallowed him, but his dragging footsteps could be heard a long time after he had gone, footsteps along the road; and a car came by on the highway, and its lights showed the ragged man shuffling along the road, his head hanging down and his hands in the black coat pockets.

he felt himself hopelessly outnumbered.

Men and women huddled in their houses, and they tied handkerchiefs over their noses when they went out, and wore goggles to protect their eyes.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself. What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately. A man is a lonely thing.

Omul este singurul parazit care-È™i preg?teÈ™te capcana, îi pune momeala, apoi calc? de bun?voie în ea.

Lo valioso siempre está oculto en la mente solitaria de un hombre

The political reality Steinbeck examined in Of Mice and Men, set a "few miles south of Soledad"—Spanish for "solitude"—is the intense loneliness and anger engendered by hopelessness.

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake and then they go inta town and blow their stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.

You couldn't get into him—he couldn't get out to you. But in that old agony there had been no wall. In his wife Adam had touched the living world.

He raged at his farm, forced it, added to it, drilled and trimmed, and his boundaries extended. He took no rest, no recreation, and he became rich without pleasure and respected without friends.

The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.

A guy needs somebody—to be near him." He whined, "A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody.

He took no rest, no recreation, and he became rich without pleasure and respected without friends.

A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody.

You seen what they done to my dog tonight? They says he wasn't no good to himself nor nobody else. When they can me here I wisht somebody'd shoot me. But they won't do nothing like that. I won't have no place to go, an' I can't get no more jobs.

A man who gets few letters does not open one lightly.

You know, Mr. Trask, once I had a wife. I made her up just as you did, only mine had no life outside my mind. She was good company in my little room. I would talk and she would listen, and then she would talk, would tell me all the happenings of a woman's afternoon. She was very pretty and she made coquettish little jokes. But now I don't know whether I would listen to her. And I wouldn't want to make her sad or lonely. So there's my first plan gone.

His sleep was a shouting, echoing black cave, and it extended into eternity.

Cathy had the one quality required of a great and successful criminal: she trusted no one, confided in no one. Her self was an island.

Neden beklemiyorsun ki? Ä°leriye bak! Denizde daha iyi bal?klar var!' diyeceksiniz. Ama d??ar?dan bak?yorsunuz. Size ÅŸunu söyleyeyim ki, benim için daha iyi bal?k yok, hatta denizde baÅŸka bal?k yok. Bu bal?k olmazsa deniz ?ss?zla??r. Bunu kafan?za sokun!

Damn you, I want to think. I'll want to take this off alone where I can pick it apart and see. Maybe you've tumbled a world for me. And I don't know what I can build in my world's place.

If the other tire blew, there we were, on a wet and lonesome road, having no recourse except to burst into tears and wait for death. And perhaps some kind birds might cover us with leaves.

A guy needs somebody—to be near him." He whined, "A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody. Don't make no difference who the guy is, long's he's with you. I tell ya," he cried, "I tell ya a guy gets too lonely an' he gets sick.