Quotes About Isolation

There is no solitude greater than the samurai's, unless perhaps it be that of a tiger in the jungle.

Chronic pain shatters productive lives. Chronic pain almost always is accompanied by depression, anxiety, frustration, fatigue, isolation, and lowered self-esteem.

In my experience, the more isolated the developers, the worse the resulting end product. It

For so long there had been a deadness. For so long I'd sat back and watched the world go by without me. The world had become the enemy, because it wasn't essentially real. Everyday human

Nothing in life prepares you to be famous.

It was impossible, at that time, to reach much of Florida's west coast except by rickety train across the northern part of the state and then south by boat. No roads linked the coasts in mid- or lower-state. The vast Everglades formed a natural, forbidding barrier.

It's like you can't have a real conversation with anyone.

When you're used to having electricity and then all of a sudden it's taken away, you're basically just one step from being a wild animal.

Back in those days it was just me swimming around in the dark, doing back flips and taking naps whenever I want.

The man looks outside. The house is totally surrounded by night crawlers.

Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal. I'm quite sure most people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake it all. I fake it very well, and the feelings are never there.

I am unlovable...I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn't work. Something in me is broken or missing and sooner or later the other person catches me Acting or one of Those Nights comes along.

I'm quite sure more people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it." --Dexter

Murdoch's gun was the only thing in my life, the only thing worth living for. It gets like that sometimes, with instruments of death.

He didn't seem like somebody you'd want to invite to a party unless you'd already given up on it.

Has there always been someone like me to bury the bodies, to have regrets, to carry on after everyone else was dead?

This was what most people wanted: to be close to but not part of. They didn't want the fearful unknown of a 'pristine wilderness.' They didn't want a soulless artificial life, either.

The word "Annihilation" was followed by "help induce immediate suicide." We had all been given self-destruct buttons, but the only one who could push them was dead.

What was true empathy anyway but sometimes turning away, leaving someone alone?

Once, it was different. Once, people had homes and parents and went to schools. Cities existed within countries and those countries had leaders. Travel could be for adventure or recreation, not survival. But by the time I was grown up, the wider context was a sick joke. Incredible, how a slip could become a freefall and a freefall could become a hell where we lived on as ghosts in a haunted world.

In my absence, the surveyor had become a kind of frenzied serial killer of the inanimate.

Never has a setting been so able to live without the souls traversing it.

As I left the landing, I had the peculiar thought that I was not the first to pocket the photo, that someone would always come behind to replace it, to circle the lighthouse keeper again.

There is no one with me. I am all by myself. The trees are not trees the birds are not birds and I am not me but just something that has been walking for a very long time . . .