Quotes About Isolation

writing, at its heart, is a solitary pursuit, designed to make people depressoids, drug addicts, misanthropes, and antisocial weirdos

As everyone knows, depressed people are some of the most boring people in the world. I know this because when I was depressed, people fled. Except my best friends.

A star geiko is never, ever alone and I always wanted to be by myself.

Her worst terrors came during the night. She could believe in herself in daylight, but alone in the pitch-blackness of the cellar she doubted her very existence. However hard she strained to see the walls and the floor, even her hand before her face, there was only darkness. And the darkness was more alive than she was.

To be an immigrant Is to be solitary in the midst of millions.

Pur en l'oblit, i encès, i solitari, que tot se'm faci pedra de desig, arbre de llum, refugi de silenci.

What will life be like without her? I am dreadfully sad she is leaving. What if she just disappears; gets tired of all this trouble at home? What if she leaves me too? How heavy is a dresser when you're the only one pushing it against the door? I feel truly on my own.

Christmas lights may be the loneliest thing for me, especially if you mix them up with reindeers and sleighs. I feel alone. I feel isolated. I feel I do not belong.

You always feel like you are the only one in the world, like everyone else is crazy for each other, but it's not true. Generally, people don't like each other very much. And that goes for friends, too.

we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

When you live alone people are always thinking they can stay with you, when the opposite is true: who they should stay with is a person whose situation is already messed up by other people and so one more won't matter.

He's stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.

Two plus three is five, check the email, one plus seven is, check the email, eight, check the email, which comes to a total of, who the hell am I anyway, eighty five. This is how he dismembers his day, in the most painful way, moment by moment. A bigger man would just shoot it, put it out of its misery.

Sometimes I lie in bed trying to decide which of my friends I truly care about, and I always come to the same conclusion: none of them.

LA isn't a walking city, or a subway city, so if someone isn't in my house or my car we'll never be together, not even for a moment. And just to be absolutely sure of that, when I leave my car my iPhone escorts me, letting everyone else in the post office know that I'm not really with them, I'm with my own people, who are so hilarious that I can't help smiling to myself as I text them back.

The usual treatment is psychotherapy." "I know." I didn't explain that I was single. Therapy is for couples. So is Christmas. So is camping. So is beach camping.

When I leave my car my iPhone escorts me, letting everyone else in the post office know that I'm not really with them, I'm with my own people, who are so hilarious that I can't help smiling to myself as I text them back.

She was standing on the moon and if I responded I would be on the moon too, right next to her.

I had a joint once and I didn't feel right for a whole year.

You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn't male or female or young or old; it is just smiling.

Y mírame ahora, en mi escondrijo, un ovillo de harapos y cartílagos por cuya mente o corazón nadie apostaría, porque a mí nadie puede ya quitarme nada.

În curtea interioar? ce ne strângea pur È™i simplu la umeri ca o hain? prea strâmt?, vântul negru È™i cald ne învelea într-un fel de tristeÈ›e creol?, parc? venit? din amintiri foarte vechi.

As a writer, you make yourself less real with each book you write. [...] The despair you feel is that of one who lives in two dimensions and is trapped inside a square, in the middle of an infinite piece of paper.

O singur?tate cum nu poate tr?i nici un om în viaÈ›a real?, care-È›i rupe oasele ca un animal s?lbatic, îmi sfârteca organele interne.