Quotes About Isolation

When I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain; Spectre cannot harm, Serpent cannot charm; He deposes doom, Who hath suffered him.

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!

So we must meet apart— You there—I—here With just the Door ajar That Oceans are—and Prayer— And that White Sustenance— Despair— — Emily Dickinson, from "I Cannot Live with You," The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little,Brown and Company, 1960)

Yo no soy nadie, ¿y tú? ¿No eres nadie tampoco? Entonces somos dos, guarda el secreto. Ya sabes que podrían desterrarnos.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door

I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

How dreary—to be—Somebody!

Sarei forse più sola senza la mia solitudine. Sono abituata al mio destino.

Me perdí cuando ya estaba salvada. Sentí que el mundo me dejaba atrás. Y ceñidos los lomos, al borde mismo de la Eternidad

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me - That simple News that Nature told - With tender Majesty - Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see - For love of Her - Sweet - countrymen - Judge tenderly - of Me

The Soul selects her own Society - Then - shuts the Door - To her divine Majority - Present no more - Unmoved - she notes the Chariots - pausing - At her low Gate - Unmoved - an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat - I've known her - from an ample nation - Choose One - Then - close the Valves of her attention - Like Stone -

And only the waves reply.

This is my letter to the world,     That never wrote to me, —

The Loneliness One dare not sound— ... The Horror not to be surveyed—

I know some lonely houses off the road

Being around people didn't make me uneasy, I just preferred to be alone most of the time.

Pienso en todos los corazones que se están rompiendo en este momento, en Manhattan, en todo el mundo. En todo ese dolor abrumador. Hace que me sienta un poco menos sola pensar que hay otras personas que se están desgarrando por dentro.

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

Loneliness is like a set of binoculars that's trained on the social world. This has actually been proven. Psychologists have long theorized that, when the need to belong is unmet, people automatically start to pay more attention to the social world around them. "It's like when you're hungry, and you notice all the food signs on the highway," says Gardner. "When you've been left out, or when you feel unconnected, you notice social cues.

Nacemos solos en nuestra cabeza; vivimos solos allí; morimos solos. Los secretos, pues, a la tumba. Por un momento sentí deseos desesperados de no estar a solas...

Jack. He'd never give us a phone, or a window. Ma takes my thumbs and squeezes them. We are people in a book, and he wont let anybody else read it.