Quotes About Isolation

But [he] had lost god, and all his family and friends were staying behind with his imaginary friend. A silly dream goes away and takes with it your whole real life.

I have a grandson who is 20. He's a computer guy. I'm worried that he can't communicate without his machine. They have no personal contact with people. That's the bad part of technology.

She didn't tell him about the cancer. She didn't want to tell anyone about it. It seemed to make everything worse.

and I grew up with no one. Except my grandmother. And even she died.

Ludovic, you don't understand. It makes me feel far far worse. That he couldn't tell me about it, share all this with me.

One of my many horrors is to become the man with the frayed jacket and unfastened flies standing at the Co-op counter with egg on his shirt and more too because the mirror in the hall has given up the ghost. A shipwrecked man without an anchor in the world except in his own liquid thoughts where time has lost its sequence.

A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.

I did not bring a television set out here with me, and I regret it sometimes when the evenings get long, but my idea was that living alone you can soon get stuck to those flickering images and to the chair you will sit on far into the night, and then time merely passes as you let others do the moving.

the difference between talking and not talking is slowly wiped out, that the unending, inner conversation we carry on with ourselves merges with the one we have with the few people we still see, and when you live alone for too long the line which divides the one from the other becomes vague, and you do not notice when you cross that line. Is

I wondered how it might affect your way of thinking, if you always had a lighthouse in the corner of your eye.

I wonder whether that is how we get to be after living alone for a long time, that in the middle of a train of thought we start talking out loud, that the difference between talking and not talking is slowly wiped out, that the unending, inner conversation we carry on with ourselves merges with the one we have with the few people we still see.

En av mine mange redsler er å bli mannen med den frynsete jakka og den uknepte buksesmekken foran kassa på Samvirkelaget, med egg på skjorta og mer til fordi speilet i gangen har slutta å virke. En havarert mann uten anker noe annet sted enn i sine egne flytende tanker der tida har mista sin rekkefølge.

To know nor faith, nor love nor law; to beOmnipotent but friendless is to reign.

I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar;

Isolation separates you from opportunity, as people need people, and people hire other people.

The wilderness creates unusual pressures and challenges.

I'm not actually going to blow you out of the airlock Roberts. I just need you in a quiet place where you won't blurt out something stupid at the wrong time near the wrong watch.

The boy shot Wild Bill's horse at dusk, while Bill was off in the bushes to relieve himself

All in all, he felt more milked than loved.

There was however, a group of 507 individuals who were permanent street dwellers [in Miami.] These 507 were not indigent, down-on-their-luck families. They were single people and every one of them was mentally ill.

We lock up the mentally ill because they terrify us. We are afraid of them and even more frightened of what they symbolize. We want to believe they did something that

Don't cry Don't raise your eye Its only teenage wasteland.

A child who grows up with no reliable human source of love, support and protection typically falls into a great deal of social unease. He "naturally" becomes reluctant to seek support from anyone, and he is forced to adopt self-sufficiency as a survival strategy.

They cauterized my feelings To stop the bleeding of my tears And now I drown alone inside A pool that's hemorrhaged for years.