Quotes About Isolation

Yet many times I felt terribly alone and was convinced that no one else understood. And I still think that's true. When our pain becomes intense and endures for weeks without relief, no one else really knows. I'm not sure it's worthwhile for them to know what it's like. They care. That's what I think is important.

The bush is a home for martyrs.

Maybe, Keller thinks, I've become too used to solitude. Maybe I like it too much.

The lost, the lonely, the bicultural misfits with a foot in two worlds and a place in neither.

They shouldn't look out the window when they hear shit," Ron Minelli says. "But that was probably her whole life. She probably spent her whole day looking out the window.

it. A junkie goes into the alley alone with the disease, it's the disease that walks out.

So weit ist es jetzt also schon gekommen, denkt sie, während sie die Ergebnisse überfliegt - Wir brauchen Google, um unsere Eltern zu finden.

We eat pancakes to escape loneliness, yet within moments we want nothing more than our freedom from ever having so much as thought about pancakes.

How can you be alienated without first having been connected?

You are killing me." " -We? Not we. Not in any sense, we. Processes are killing you, not we. Inexorable processes.

Probably nobody ever jogs toward the room where they will write their suicide note

Like the residents of Brigadoon, the people in the church drifted in a long and dreamless sleep, freed of struggle and expectation.

huddled together at the left end of the bar, as silent and miserable as kittens in a sack with the bridge getting close.

Poem to Be Read at 3:00 A.M. by Donald Justice Excepting the diner On the outskirts The town of Ladora at 3 A.M. Was dark but For my headlights And up in One second-story room A single light Where someone Was sick or Perhaps reading As I drove past At seventy Not thinking This poem Is for whoever Had the light on

Howard Hughes was in serious trouble.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.

There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

My whole life is a dark room. One big dark room.

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

Very few of us have any idea whatsoever of what life is like living in a goldfish bowl,except, of course, for those of us who are goldfish.

Cold Mountain Son Forever not change I live alone Beyond life death

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.

More than most people, the alcoholic leads a double life. He is very much the actor