Quotes About Isolation

La 16 ani investeam o gramad? de energie s?-mi afiÈ™ez plictiseala: îmi d?deam ochii peste cap, r?spundeam lapidar la întreb?rile p?rinÈ›ilor, r?mâneam impasibil la poveÈ™tile de via?? pe care le împ?rt??eau. Îmi construisem o armura de fier care îmi permitea s? evadez, s? citesc È™i s? m? întorc în propria-mi celul? f?r? ca nimeni s? observe.

It was a melancholy day indeed when the sister of solitude was Sunday's silver lining.

Civilization is the progress toward a society of privacy.

people who feel like outsiders do one of two things: they either feel rejected, carry a chip on their shoulder and complain that life is unfair, or they use that sense of isolation to push themselves and work like Trojans.

I was a prisoner, but the prison library was excellent. On one table in the corner, I found an e-reader with a note that said, "In case I forgot anything." I don't like to think I can be bought, but if I could, this guy definitely knew the currency. Roses and books—I could survive in these rooms forever.

Still, as I watch the sun journey higher up on the horizon, I appreciate that, for only the second time in my entire life, I am alone, blessedly alone, with no one to tell me what to do or what to wear, no one to have to be polite to. Nothing. But I do not wish to be alone, not entirely. Now that I am finally alone, it feels...lonely.

It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.

I knew something about loneliness, knew what it was to sit in my room, checking my phone for texts that never came, logging onto Facebook to see other people's statuses, happy statuses indicating their lives had gone on while mine hadn't.

I'm starting to loose touch with reality, but reality sort of sucks.

I do all this alone, everything I achieve, I achieve alone, because it's my head I'm locked into, and I share this space with nobody but myself.

Being a loner and being a loner were two separate things- Fireproof

Being alone could sometimes feel terribly empty...

I don't know. I got nothing. No house, no people, no place. Maybe that's troubles. Don't I say?

Being a child was not fun for me.

Among the uneducated (which frankly you would call the general population where I live) the serious reader is a lonely person. He goes about among the crowds with his thoughts stuffed inside him. He probably dare not even mention them to his nearest pals for fear of being thought a schmo. There's a hunger in his eyes for someone to talk to.

And while it never felt like love or community, it had almost felt like not being alone.

Science, which cuts its way through the muddy pond of daily life without mingling with it, casts its wealth to right and left, but the puny boatmen do not know how to fish for it.

Somehow, by some accident, he had been lost on a planet that was not his own.

The Bean house stands empty. All through the mountains people whisper of it, and shake their heads.

We live in an ocean of air like fish in a body of water. By our breathing we are attuned to our atmosphere. If we inhibit our breathing we isolate ourselves from the medium in which we exist. In all Oriental and mystic philosophies, the breath holds the secret to the highest bliss.

Is this what real homelessness is like? Not just a particular set of roof and walls gone, but a sense of the death of companionship?

Here lies … /Who did nothing/Went nowhere/Was loved by nobody.

Rough sleepers have a life expectancy of forty-two years. They are thirty-five times more likely to commit suicide than the rest of the population. In

One of the most destructive things that's happening in modern society is that we are losing our sense of the bonds that bind people together - which can lead to nightmares of social collapse.