Quotes About Isolation

people in Canada talk about feeling solitude? They sometimes call it a country of solitudes.

A deaf man summoned a deaf man to be judged By a deaf Judge.

Sauvage, sad, silent, as timid as the sylvan doe, in her own family she seemed a strangeling.

En ook van jullie, jonge schonen, Die huiswaarts rijdt des avonds laat In koetsjes die hun driestheid tonen In onze Peterburgse straat, Wou mijn Jevgeni niets meer horen. Het feesten had hij afgezworen, Hij sloot zich op in huis, hij nam Verveeld een pen en was van plan Te schrijven - doch, hoe graag hij wilde, Nooit hield hem arbeid lang geboeid; Niets is er uit zijn pen gevloeid

I've lived to see my longings die I've lived to se my longings die: My dreams and I have grown apart; Now only sorrow haunts my eye, The wages of a bitter heart. Beneath the storms of hostile fate, My flowery wreath has faded fast; I live alone and sadly wait To see when death will come at last. Just so, when the winds in winter moan And snow descends in frigid flakes, Upon a naked branch, alone, The final leaf of summer shakes!

I've lived to see my longings die I've lived to see my longings die: My dreams and I have grown apart; Now only sorrow haunts my eye, The wages of a bitter heart. Beneath the storms of hostile fate, My flowery wreath has faded fast; I live alone and sadly wait To see when death will come at last. Just so, when the winds in winter moan And snow descends in frigid flakes, Upon a naked branch, alone, The final leaf of summer shakes!...

When people call up Rush Limbaugh and say, 'It's an honor to speak to you,' I want to shoot myself.

There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage.

She treated Vanessa and me as if we were visiting budgerigars that needed to be fed and then put somewhere dark for the night.

truthfully we were alone only in the ways Westerners speak of being alone in Africa, as if the few hundred locals by whom they are almost always surrounded are part of the landscape, instead of part of humanity.

The cafeteria made him feel like an observer rather than a participant in the high school experience.

Part of the problem is that people at our school don't listen. They just put on the headphones and tune out the world. It's intimidating.

Nobody's listening to me, he thought, story of my life.

Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No, no, each suffers on his own account, each struggles with his own grief, each sheds his own tears.

It was a strange thing: one never appeared to take a step forward int he heart or mind of this man. Those who wished, so to speak, to force their way into intimacy with him found the path blocked.

He's right: They have to put madmen with madmen.

This sometimes happened: from time to time, Dantès, driven out of solitude into the world, felt an imperative need for solitude. And what solitude is more vast and more poetic than that of a ship sailing alone on the sea, in the darkness of night and the silence of infinity, under the eye of the Lord?

He has the self-conscious look of someone drinking alone who is trying not to appear self-conscious.

the distance fills and nearness is a void

and that leaves me. And that leaves you.

The man is a cabin, poorly kept.

The building he took her to was an abandoned foundry out in the countryside and rain leaked in everywhere.

She did not care about anything very much. Hope was gone. She existed that was all.

Indigos often feel misunderstood by others, which can lead to feelings of loneliness. Charles: