Quotes About Isolation

Being alone is very difficult.

Think that snow is falling Think that snow is falling everywhere all the time When you talk with a person, think that snow is falling between you and on that person Stop conversing when you think the person is covered by snow

Å'uvre Neige Pensez que la neige tombe. Pensez que la neige tombe partout tout le temps. Lorsque vous parlez avec quelqu'un, pensez que la neige tombe entre vous et cette personne. Cessez de converser lorsque vous pensez que la personne est recouverte de neige.

The more people flock together, the more isolated they become

To survive in the crowd, you have to struggle alone.

kUrApIkA iS nOw DrOwNinG iN An InDeScRiBaBlE emPtInEsS...

I just have to make it to the Tuichi' I mumbled to myself, 'I just have to make it to the Tuichi'. Alone, deep in the jungle, so small and insignificant, pitted against nature, still I sensed someone was watching me. Or watching over me.Someone could see me, someone was providing for me

Now, there is no harm in a teapot, even if it contains tea, if it is let alone.

I've also seen that great men are often lonely. This is understandable, because they have built such high standards for themselves that they often feel alone. But that same loneliness is part of their ability to create.

I thought I was someone who did not need to love, or to be loved.

My emotional state then was cramped and confined, like a room with tightly sealed windows and doors: although love's footsteps could be heard outside the room, I felt they were steps heading somewhere else--until one day when the steps came to a halt and the bell rang.

I was completely alone in a vortex of rain and wild winds. Forests stretched for miles around in a raging sea of darkness. They were no longer themselves, but the embodiment of all brutality. The entire forest roiled and roared, wringing every ounce of violence from its branches.

Her expression almost never changed. Made it hard to tell what she was thinking. But also made her seem separate from the rest of the world. It was like she lived so deep in the ocean even light couldn't reach her. Like a fish that couldn't see the dark lonely depths, because it was always dreaming about sunlight.

Other people must be destroyed. In order that I might truly face the sun, the world itself must be destroyed....

You're not human. You're a being who is incapable of social intercourse. You're nothing but a creature, non-human and somehow strangely pathetic.

Human beings, Isao realized, could descend to communicating their feelings like dogs barking in the distance on a cold night.

All six of us are geniuses. And the world, as you know, is empty.

There is nothing in the least special about you. I guarantee you a long life. You have not been chosen by the gods, you will never be at one with your acts, you do not have in you the green light to flash like young lightning with the speed of the gods and destroy yourself. All you have is a certain premature senility. Your life will be suited for coupon-clipping. Nothing more.

I have been self-reliant to the point of sadness. I wonder when I first fell into the habit of washing my hands after each brush with humanity, lest I be contaminated.

Because the fact of not being understood by other people had become my only real source of pride, I was never confronted by any impulse to express things and to make others understand something that I knew.

the fact of not being understood by others had been my sole source of pride since my early youth, and I had not the slightest impulse to express myself in such a way that I might be understood. When I did try to clarify my thoughts and actions, I did so with no consideration whatsoever. I do not know whether or not this was because I wanted to understand myself. Such a motive is in accord with a person's real character and comes automatically to form a bridge between himself and others

Most writers are perfectly normal in the head and just carry on like wild men; I behave normally but I'm sick inside.

A un cuore che tenti di avvicinarsi, il cuore dell'altro sembra lontano

Once I had started my solitude I realised anew that it was easy for me to become accustomed to this state and that the most effortless existence for me was in fact one in which I was not obliged to speak to anyone. My fretful attitude to life left me. Each dead day had its charm