Quotes About Isolation

Philosophers call this state of isolation and disconnection "species loneliness"—a deep, unnamed sadness stemming from estrangement from the rest of Creation, from the loss of relationship. As our human dominance of the world has grown, we have become more isolated, more lonely when we can no longer call out to our neighbors. It's no wonder that naming was the first job the Creator gave Nanabozho.

Which is to say, I'd been lonely for so long, I'd forgotten that I was. That feeling of disconnection, of grief for something I'd never had, of screaming into a void and knowing no one would hear me---I'd forgotten that was anything other than the basic condition of life.

People do crazy things when they're keeping girls locked up in their shed.

But if you're just a stranger to everybody on earth, then that's what you are and there's no end to it. You don't know the words to say.

Ezra, the girl you're chasing after doesn't exist. I'm not some bohemian adventurer who takes you on treasure hunts and sends you secret messages. I'm this sad, lonely mess who studies too much and pushes people away and hides in her haunted house.

It was like the part of me that had enjoyed those friends had evaporated, leaving behind a huge, echoing emptiness, and I was scrabbling on the edge of it, trying not to fall into the hole within myself because I was terrified to find out how far down it went.

I see people walking, he said.—Just during the day, like. I see them and they all seem to know where they're going. And I always think they're keeping the secret from me. Where they're going Ã¢â'¬â€œ where they know they're going. I've always felt that. Left out, I suppose. Excluded

The worst was when there was nothing in the sky, nothing to grab, blue blue blue.

Shut up! I say, holding my hands to my ears. Shut up! But the stupid gummy won't shut up; he's trying to tell me something important even though I'm covering my ears and I don't want to hear it and I don't want to think about who I am or what's wrong with me or why I'm out here at the edge of the Urb, at the edge of the known world, listening to some old mope who's so crazy, he think about the future when everyone knows that the future doesn't exist.

He's a feral child. No mother, no father, no one to care for him or raise him or teach him how to be human. So he's existed much like an animal, without language. He thinks in images, not word. How strange, Lanaya, sounding amazed. Ryter shakes his head sadly. Not strange, I'm afaraid. His condition is all too common in the latches. And becoming more common every day.

I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

As Reinhard Bendix (1916–91) summed up Weber's view: 'the Puritan divines brought about a profound depersonalization of the family and neighborhood life' which was linked to a 'decline in kinship loyalties and a separation of business affairs from family affairs' which led to the 'isolation of the individual'.

Second Law of thermodynamics is not an equality, but an inequality, asserting merely that a certain quantity referred to as the entropy of an isolated system—which is a measure of the system's disorder, or 'randomness'—is greater (or at least not smaller) at later times than it was at earlier times.

One of the disadvantages of traveling alone is that when you fall there is none to assist you.

I have always found that hell is other people.

Fiona and Brand had reached beyond everything and found something, where none of the rest of us had believed anything to exist. The danger released was, on some level, almost worth the evidence obtained: we were not alone, nor were shadows truly our toys.

Don't know why I should have to lie beside anyone I wouldn't want next to me now, and there aren't many." "You're getting morbid, Corwin. Or drunk. Or both. Bitter, too. You don't need that.

That was the first time in my life that I knew the meaning of despair. I read, I worked, I drank, I whored, but came the morning after and I was always me, by myself.

I have not a desire but a need for solitude.

Everyone is "extremely nice"—and yet I feel entirely alone. ("Abandonitis").

Isolation and competition are inhospitable to learning.

Everything pains me. The merest trifle rouses a sense of abandonment. I'm impatient with other people, their will to live, their universe. Attracted by a decision to withdraw from everyone [no longer bearing the world of Y].

Grim evening at Gabès (windy, black clouds, hideous bungalows, "folklore" performance in the Hotel Chems bar): I can no longer take refuge in my thoughts: neither in Paris nor traveling. No escape.

Sartre) (The world is full without me, as in Nausea; the world plays at living behind a glass partition; the world is in an aquarium; I see everything close up and yet cut off, made of some other substance; I keep falling outside myself, without dizziness, without blue, into precision.