Quotes About Isolation

Lost in a Roman wilderness of painAnd all the children are insane

You get lonely, is what it is. A person's not supposed to go through life with absolutely nobody. It's not normal. The longer you go by yourself the weirder you get, and the weirder you get the longer you go by yourself. It's a loop and you gotta do something to get out of it.

loneliness as solitude with self-pity thrown in.

The darkness and myself. Everything else was gone. And the little that was left of me was going, faster and faster.

If the phone doesn't ring, it's me.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

I sing in the car if I'm in LA, because you're like soundproofed.

my life is enough to depress the entire universe but I'm the only one living it

I've been in California for about 15 years now. You're always in your car and insulated. I miss New York so much.

I've traveled far and wide, always alone, so therefore I've never been in Cahoots.

She shut the door in the man's face, leaning back against it, her heart hammering with panic.

What happens when you finally decide to tell the truth and no one listens?

We were outsiders, waiting to become invisible. Waiting to amount to nothing.

The hard floor makes my head ache more than it did before, but I don't get up. I don't move. I feel all the ugliness and shame I've bottled up pour over me and cover me like a blanket.

I stand here, looking at it. At my new life. No more people staring at me when I walk down the hall. No more whispers behind my back. No one knows me here. No one knows what happened. What I did. I just have to get through the year, get into college someplace far away, and leave for good.

A family sitting in the TV light, staring at a flat box containing something more interesting than their entire darkened house. Than their entire neighborhood, entire city. Surrounded by the world, but focused on a box.

Now my life has shifted. But instead of feeling glad or excited, I feel lost. I didn't realize how alone alone would feel.

my flesh was glass, I spoke in little clicks and chinks, and my transparent self went about its business all that day, the usual.

I don't think I am like other people. I mean on some deep fundamental level. It's not just being half a twin and reading a lot and seeing fairies. It's not just being outside when they're all inside. I used to be inside. I think there's a way I stand aside and look backwards at things when they're happening which isn't normal.

Being left alone - and I am being left alone - isn't quite as much what I wanted as I thought. Is this how people become evil? I don't want to be.

Longe dos outros, deixado num extremo, no canto mais escuro e esquerdo do telheiro, Sete-de-Ouros estava. Só e sério. Sem desperdício, sem desnorteio, cumpridor de obrigação, aproveitava para encher, mais um trecho, a infinda linguiça da vida.

O pobre sozinho, sem um cavalo, fica no seu, permanece, feito numa crôa ou ilha, em sua beira de vereda. Homem a pé, esses Gerais comem.

Aí me explicou: um senhor, no Palhão, na fazenda Nhanva, altas beiras do Jequitaí, para o ensino de todas as matérias estava encomendando um professor.

Art, like Nebraska, is a journey into thin air, a walk into whiteness, where you lose everything but yourself.