Quotes About Isolation

We're each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.

Mom told me, "It probably gets pretty lonely to be Grandma, don't you think?" I told her, "It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

Why I'm Not Where You Are

The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.

It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

I was more alone than if I had been alone.

She extended a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about "Eleanor Rigby." It's true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

To feel alone is to be alone.

Things were happening around us, but nothing was happening between us.

Between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an unenterable sanctuary. Sometimes it takes the shape of aloneness. Sometimes it takes the shape of love.

We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.

He was not such a special person. He loved to read very much, and also to write. He was a poet, and he exhibited me many of his poems. I remember many of them. They were silly, you could say, and about love. He was always in his room writing those things, and never with people. I used to tell him, What good is all that love doing on paper? I said, Let love write on you for a little. But he was so stubborn. Or perhaps he was only timid.

I've raised my voice at a human only twice in my entire life. Both times at the same human. Put differently: I've known only one human in my entire life. Put differently: I've allowed only one human to know me.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company.

I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, and how can I get back?

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

I hit the spacebar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.' I read that in a book somewhere and it's stuck in my head. Maybe it's true. Maybe it's not true. More likely, the young and the old are lonely in different ways, in their own ways...

Someone needed to invent a way to be close to people without having to see them, or talk to them on the phone, or write (or read) letters, or e-mails, or texts.

We just stood there, facing each other, but nine floors apart.

A Seeing Eye bitch is not only for blind people but for people who pine for the negative of loneliness.