Quotes About Isolation

It's much easier to write when you're sad. But you can end up isolated and depressed because you almost need to put yourself in that situation to have that angst to write from.

If you'd only let me come by myself, none of this would have happened. Having you around makes everything worse.' She buried her head under her pillow. 'Stop it! you're so cold! You're heartless, you little robot!' The pillow muffled her words, but they still stung. 'I feel things,' I said. 'I'm not a robot!' I stamped my foot and screamed. Then I burst into tears. I touched the wet little drops and held them toward her. 'See, I'm not a robot. This is proof.

The whole world is pressing in on me, like a weight on my chest, slowly pushing me down and down. And there's nothing between me and this weight but my flimsy skin. It's not enough. It won't protect me. It doesn't keep anything out. The outside will keep pressing in until my ribs are crushed, and then my organs, my heart and liver and stomach....

Everyone is invisible to someone.

The Miss Lonelyhearts are the priests of twentieth-century America.

It's solitary drinking that makes drunkards.

He felt like a bottle that is being slowly filled with warm, dirty warter.

Few things are sadder than the truly monstrous.

He felt like an empty bottle that is being slowly filled with warm, dirty water.

combat command is the loneliest job in the world.

The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.

On the breast of her gown, in fine red cloth, surrounded with an elaborate embroidery and fantastic flourishes of gold thread, appeared the letter A.

The situation of a man in the midst of a crowd, yet as completely in the power of another, life and all, as if they two were in the deepest solitude.

She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness... Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods... The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it... She stood apart from mortal interests, yet close beside them, like a ghost that revisits the familiar fireside, and can no longer make itself seen or felt.

They called me mad, and I called them mad, and damn them, they outvoted me.

at sea, things appear different.

Nickerson began to understand, as only an adolescent on the verge of adulthood can understand, that the carefree days of childhood were gone forever: "Then it was that I, for the first time, realized that I was alone upon a wide and an unfeeling world . . . without one relative or friend to bestow one kind word upon me.

Saying she doesn't mind being alone...that she's alright... There isn't a person alive who'd really feel that way!

If everything you say gets laughed at... then you become afraid of everyone... and are no longer able to speak... even knowing all that does is bother everyone... Your heart... ....shuts down... And your words die....

Anyone who knows how scary it is to be alone, can't help loving others." ~Rin Sohma

I think...there were a lot of instances where I avoided people to protect myself. I wouldn't bother anyone that way. If I don't know anything, if I don't take an interest in anything, if I don't get involved in anything...I won't have to go through unnecessary pain. But...at the same time, I might have kept myself from seeing...things that were very important...by always looking down. Even things I really...really...wanted...

I wanted people to notice me...but at the same time, I wanted to be left alone.