Quotes About Isolation

Zwei Freunde, die einander nicht sagen können, dass sie keine mehr sind - das ist das elendste Verhältnis überhaupt

All his support seemed to have achieved was to allow his wife to become more and more reclusive. He

Reality is just this game people play together, something their brain decides on, and the minute their brain gets iffy about reality, they realize everything they know about the world is just their own made-up version of it, and that would mean everyone is walking around in their own made-up world, all alone, and reality is just something we invent together to make us feel not so alone. It scares people when some of us check out of the game.

But underneath it there was not a sound, there was nothing that even whimpered or budged in our tunnel and it seemed Harry and me were tightly sealed inside something, like two secret letters lying next to each other in an envelope.

The streets were more empty than usual—everyone who had someone was probably at home, cuddling them up, waiting for the bombs to fall or the shooting to start or the diseases to spread or just for the chips in their heads to catch viruses, melt, and drip out of their brains.

I hope somebody cares because I sure don't. I sure don't. Not anymore. I'm ashamed to go around my family. I'm too embarrassed to confide in my friends. Outside of work I don't have a life.

In a world filled with people, some happy, others like me, I feel so all alone.

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.

I am not sure what lonliness is," she said. "If it is not literally being solitary, is it the fear of solitude, of being alone with oneself? I feel no such fear. I like being alone." "What do you fear then?" he asked her. She glanced briefly at him and smiled, a fragile expression that spoke for itself even before she found words. "Never finding myself again....

Why do people kill themselves? I think they do it when they can no longer find a reason to keep going. When nothing in heir lives is good enough to balance out the bad. And they do it when they no longer have the courage to carry on past some recent painful experience. They commit what is, in the end, a desperate, final call for help, that is hopefully heard in time by someone else. And what if it's not heard in time? I ask although I know the answer. Then they die.

Loneliness. It's a thing, you know, not a feeling. A big, ugly thing that moves in and takes over until you forget how to live without it, but you can't live with it either.

It was true that one could be more alone with someone than by oneself.

That was the problem with walls, Carlene thought as she looked out the window. They kept people out, but they also trapped people in.

I think this journal will be disadvantageous for me, for I spend the time now like a spider spinning my own entrails.

Upon the lonely shore I lie, And gaze along its level sands. Still from the sea steals out the cry I left afar in crowded lands.

She stood alone in the blustery wind, as cold in her heart as she was in her fingertips. Finally, moving like an old woman, she got on her mustang and started for home. A home without enough grass. A home with cattle so far from her cabin, it would be a life-and-death struggle to get to them through the winter. A home so lonely that Bailey, a woman who didn't cry let the wind cry for her.

Now he watched the two of them, joined together against a troubled world, and he knew the lack in his own life.

The flame of love is now just a cold loneliness

Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

When I was a kid, we had a quicksand box in the backyard. I was an only child...eventually.

Pushing away doesn't cause things to come together, all it causes is for things to be pushed away.

And I retired isolated in my corner of world again, seeking to understand what is not understood and to know what is not known. What did I found out? That in the place of Everything is this Great Void-Being, on whose shoulders rests our own Life, which is nothing more than a deceitful Image in the Depths of the Great Void-Being, a Destiny

I remember a time when everybody I loved hated me because I hated them.