Quotes About Isolation

Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay

The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees - he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.

I glanced back once. A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby's house, making the night fine as before, and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden. A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.

You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad thing that happened to me.

J'ai eu l'impression que la terre entière m'avait abandonnée. [...] J'ai tourné la tête et je me suis mise à pleurer. [...] De toute façon, je pense que tout est horrible. [...] J'ai été partout, j'ai tout fait, j'ai tout vu.

A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby's house, making the night fine as before, and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden. A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.

Going to take a room at the Commodore, get into a hot bath and open a vein.

I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table—the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.

being alone with each other in the dark universe, nourished by its only good, warmed by its only lights.

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes...

Isn't it funny and lonely being together, Dick? No place to go except close.

There was some element of loneliness involved- so easy to be loved- so hard to love.

single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock.

I didn't know till 15 that there was anyone in the world but me,and it cost me plenty.

One gal drank a can of floor wax and topped it off with a cup of Clorox, trying to separate herself from the same world he was in.

it would just break your heart to see some of them waiting for their visitors. They get their hair all done up on Saturday, and on Sunday morning they get themselves all dressed and ready, and after all that, nobody comes to see them. I feel so bad, but what can you do? Having children is no guarantee that you'll get visitors Ã¢â'¬Â¦ No, it isn't.

You never saw people anymore, everything was self-service, everybody behind glass windows. And you could not get a real person on the phone. Everywhere you called, a recorded message connected you to another recorded message and then hung up on you.

But while she had been busy raising her children, the world had left her behind.

Nothing had come easy to him. School, sports, or girls... it seemed to Oswald that everyone else had come into this world with a set of instructions but him. From the beginning he had always felt like a pair of white socks and brown shoes in a roomful of tuxedos. He had never really gotten a break in life, and now it was all over.

She knew that being in love all by yourself was the loneliest, most painful experience known to man—or woman—and there was nothing she could do to help him.

E. M. Forster's science fiction story "The Machine Stops." Written in 1909, it feels eerily prescient in 2020.

Because lurking somewhere beneath the surface of your brain is a vision of loneliness, and it will be a terrible moment when it breaks through, and you realise that your future is not a green pastures, but the knackers yard. We are all separate people, and we are all alone. It is a ridiculous thing to say that no man is an island. We are all islands. You can die, and Gerry won't. Gerry can die, and you won't. Our lives just go on, separate as they have always been.

It seems I've stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just watches.

I suppose no one truly admits the existence of another person.