Quotes About Isolation

LEXI: I'd settled for this awful existence because I'd convinced myself it was better than being alone....But it's not.

Stories are like islands, go out exploring and you're bound to get lost fantastically.

If you cry in the rain, only the sky will see your tears.

When you are lonely for a while don't get restless, if you had born alone, you are going to die alone then for sometime you can certainly live alone.

I have enjoyed my company so fondly, I may not feel alone when I am lonely.

Intelligence in isolation turns to aimless marauding.

The burden of intelligence: you can always imagine all those wonderful places where you can never belong.

Tell me what happens next, after my body has frozen. When I can't communicate. What will I be?

From long experience she knew that she wore her loneliness like armor. Very few people ever recognized it for what it was. To the casual observer it looked very much like arrogance. Sometimes it was.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

There are times when the kindness of strangers only makes things worse because one realizes how badly one is in need of kindness and that the only source is a stranger.

You only grow when you are alone.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

I had no immediate knowledge of the world of Batman at all. I'm quite incubated. I just keep myself to myself and my dog.

Cuando uno es repudiado por el principal objeto de su amor, es fácil que se le instale la sensación general de estar de sobra;

La soledad suele ser el territorio del destierro para el hombre verdaderamente libre

Solo hay dos formas de estar solo. Sin nadie cerca o en medio de una multitud

Cuidado, creo que se me está empezando a aflojar algún tornillo. Eso es lo malo que tiene la soledad, que ves el mundo al revés y acabas perdiendo tornillos y volviéndote loco.

Estar asomado a esta ventana, en cierto modo, es como estar en una trinchera y asomar la cabeza, esperando que aparezca el enemigo. Aquí, sin embargo, no hay enemigos. Ni amigos ni enemigos, sólo silencio y soledad.

I run to get out, when I have been stuck inside, reading to escape from life, not even able to sit up straight in my tiny bunk. I run to feel like I am doing something, when I am overwhelmed by all the things I can't do anything about.

In depression, I feel I have been taken over and have lost my self entirely. Instead, a rude incumbent has slumped into my life, leaving half-eaten sardines under the sofa and stale smells in every room.

You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late. Your soul is as disheveled as your apartment, and until you can clean it up a little you don't want to invite anyone inside.

There is a shabby nobility in failing all by yourself.

Here you are again. All messed up and no place to go.