Quotes About Isolation

Man's alienation from man must lead in time to man's alienation from God

I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.

Alone I'm nothing.

Most Americans watch Friends rather than having friends.

The guy's alone and apart - that's the message.' 'Then perhaps it's what we all feel at times - the hell of alienation' 'Maybe, or what some of us see as the inevitable fall from grace,

After a while I found myself near Mary Angus' shack. It looked so lonely and forlorn I almost started to cry. For the first time I really understood why she was staying here, how even though she was sick she could keep on living in a space like that. If you loved somebody enough you could live anywhere.

So they locked me up," Danskin said. "I feigned madness. I babbled, I recited Heine. Nine years. Here I am." They rode in silence for a while. "But you're still pissed off." "Now more than ever.

Milt Copulos, a friend of Jim Webb, spent three and a half years in the hospital and received the last rites seven times as a result of his Vietnam service. He put it this way: "There's a wall ten miles high and fifty miles thick between those of us who went and those who didn't, and that wall is never going to come down.

The great source of terror in infancy is solitude. William James (1890)

The patient creates a negative picture of people to support deep feelings of basic mistrust. In losing empathy and feeling for others, one no longer feels compassion toward oneself. This condition arouses a profound sense of existential guilt that only adds to the feelings of self-hatred and isolation. Loss

One is always half mad when one is shy of people.

I am not here [in the sanitarium] to write, but to be mad.

I would wish it on no one to be me. Only I am capable of being myself. To know so much, to have seen so much, and To say nothing, just about nothing.

I wanted to speak with someone, but found no time; sought some fixed point, but found none. In the midst of the unrelenting forward thrust I felt the wish to stand still. The muchness and the motion were too much and too fast. Everyone withdrew from everyone. There was a running, as of something liquefied, a constant going forth, as of evaporation. Everything was schematic, ghostlike, even myself.

No convention of the gangster film is more strongly established than this: it is dangerous to be alone. And yet the very conditions of success make it impossible not to be alone…. The successful man is an outlaw.

Modern environments seem more likely than some previous environments to lead to this sort of malfunctioning. They permit, for example, a degree of social isolation that was unknown to our ancestors.

Absurdity is not an autonomous state; it does not exist in the world, but is instead exhaled from the abyss that divides us from a mute world.

There are too many people, and too few human beings.

Ya no tengo ni encuentro palabras con las que pedir misericordia. Baldía y fea como una rodilla desnuda es mi alma. Busco un poema que no encuentro, el poema de un cuerpo a quien la desesperación pobló súbitamente en su carne, de mil bocas grandiosas, de dos mil labios gritadores. A mis oídos llegan voces distantes, resplandores pirotécnicos, pero yo estoy aquí solo, agarrado por mi tierra de miseria como con nueve pernos.

arrodillarme, yo apoyaba el pecho en el asiento de la silla, tomaba mi cabeza entre sus rodillas y, de pronto, crueles latigazos me cruzaban las nalgas. Cuando me soltaba, corría llorando a mi cuarto. Una vergüenza enorme me hundía el alma en las tinieblas. Porque las tinieblas existen aunque usted no lo crea.

No existo ni para el capitán ni para Elsa, ni para Barsut.

Sin embargo, Erdosain no se movía de allí… Quería decirles algo, no sabía cómo, pero algo que les diera a comprender a ellos toda la desdicha inmensa que pesaba sobre su vida; y permanecía así, de pie, triste, con el cubo negro de la caja de hierro ante los ojos, sintiendo que a medida que pasaban los minutos su espalda se arqueaba más, mientras que nerviosamente retorcía el ala de su sombrero negro, y la mirada se le hacía más huida y triste.

en la calle, Erdosain observó que orvallaba,

Caminaba como antes por las calles, miraba los objetos que se exhiben en las vitrinas, y hasta me detenía sorprendido frente a ciertas ingeniosidades de la industria, mas la verdad es que estaba horriblemente solo.