Quotes About Isolation

there's a silent voice in the wilderness that we hear only when no one else is around. When you go far, far beyond, out across the netherlands of the Known, the din of human static slowly fades away, over and out.

In my headphones, I led a life of romance and incident and intrigue, none of which had anything to do with the world outside my Walkman.

I was a wallflower who planned to stay that way, who never imagined anybody else to be.

On the way we talked about the road sign Bridge Ices Before Road. I always wondered, If that's a problem, why don't they just build the bridge out of the same stuff they use to build the road? Drema explained that the bridge isn't made out of different material than the road, but that the bridge ices quicker because it's alone, hanging there without the land under it to keep it warm.

The things we used to do together were alien now. Lonesome star, shine on.

I've been stuck in my little isolation chamber for so long I'm spinning through the same sounds I've been hearing in my head all my life. If I go on this way, I'll get old too fast, without remembering any more sounds than I already know now.

There was an empty house on the other side of this drive, and I had no idea what it would be like to try to go inside it. There was nobody there. I wasn't driving back home—just back.

I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language.

I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language. Without her to talk to, there was nothing to say.

The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.

Salinger, Plath, Toole, the literature of choice for the brooding outcast.

Alone: it was no way to live and it was no way to die.

in a world of monsters, you had to be a ghost to survive.

I abandoned the crate and curled up on the floor. There was no risking a hotel now, not on the last night. There would be no electric blanket, no champagne, no room service. What a world. It was the same world that would end tomorrow night.

Everybody loves your life but you

Not the free individual but the lost individual; not Independence but isolation; not self-discovery but self-obsession; not the conquer but to be conquered; these are major states of mind in contemporary imaginative literature.

When you live entirely among madmen, it is difficult to know how sane you are.

The longer one is alone, the easier it is to hear the song of the earth.

There is nothing so moving - not even acts of love or hate - as the discovery that one is not alone.

he finds himself stuck beside a road that only others will travel.

It is an interesting fact that during my tour I was never allowed access to computers, radios, or anything else that I might damage through curiosity, or perhaps something more sinister.

Being rich now means having enough money that you don't have to encounter anyone who isn't.

I don't know that there are haunted houses. I know that there are dark staircases and haunted people.

Evening, and home I go, commuting from a world that won't listen to a world that has heard it a thousand times.