Quotes About Isolation

There was some genuine worry about my traveling alone, open to attack, robbery, assault. It is well known that our roads are dangerous. And here I admit I had senseless qualms. It is some years since I have been alone, nameless, friendless, without any of the safety one gets from family, friends, and accomplices. There is no reality in the danger. It's just a very lonely, helpless feeling at first—a kind of desolate feeling.

We were in a cell together in a Colonial prison, along with hundreds of other people from 2010. It wasn't very comfortable. No beds. No chairs. You just had to sit on the floor in your own filth. And my filth, I noticed, was stupendous.

How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.

They've not forgotten him: worse, they never heard of him.

Being a divorcee in a small town is a little like playing Monopoly; eventually you land on all the properties.

Nothing feels worse than other people's good times.

He lay on his back like a town suspended from a steeple. He

Harry sits wordless staring through the windshield, rigid in body, rigid in spirit. The curving highway seems a wide straight road that has opened up in front of him. There is nothing he wants to do but go down it.

The most terrifying and important test for a human being is to be in absolute isolation," he explained. "A human being is a very social creature, and ninety percent of what he does is done only because other people are watching. Alone, with no witnesses, he starts to learn about himself—who is he really?

Can I just sit here for a moment? Human contact, and all that. There's one thing you don't get much in Starfleet—a hug. They ought to have a couple of people in charge of hugs, just to dispense them randomly.

This handbook is designed to give you the information necessary to recover from loss. It has much to offer anyone who truly wants to feel better. It will allow you to choose completion and recovery rather than isolation and avoidance. If you use it, one word at a time, it will accelerate your recovery tenfold.

I look out through the eyeholes and feel exactly the way Michael Jackson's son Blanket must have felt

I felt I would live a long, lonely, useless life and die alone and unmissed (did I mention that I never bothered filling out any grad-school applications?) It's self-indulgent, I know, but this is what happens to the overachieving but essentially useless children of parents who raised their children to do well on tests but failed to equip them with the poison-tipped spurs of true ambition.

It would not be hard to imagine that a happy hermit, living in isolation, might feel connected to everything in nature and all people on the planet and not be at all affected by a dearth of human neighbors.

So when we make contact with the domain of being in the meditation practice, we are already, in a profound sense, beyond the scarring, beyond the isolation and fragmentation and suffering we may be experiencing.

winter is no stranger to cold hearts.

Our society is not a community, but merely a collection of isolated family units.

A lot of things come with fame, whether it's losing friends or losing family.

I feel akin to the Platypus. An orphan in a family. A swimmer, a recluse. Part bird, part fish, part lizard.

The abused children are alone with their suffering, not only within the family, but also within themselves. They cannot crate a place in their own soul where they could cry their beart out.

I was by far the youngest of the family, and at times it was like being an only child.

I live in a sort of insular world. It's mostly my family, my house, staying home and working.

I have no family to take care of.

I live in a high rise with my family part of the year in New York and I don't know three quarters of the people in the building. We live in the same square-footage and I wouldn't know who they were.