Quotes About Isolation

Too many doubts grow in the cracks of silence and separation.

Music is the refuge of the lonely.

there was daunting poverty, and there was haunting wealth and the narrator warned her to keep to herself

Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on.

I am miserable now—not feeling unhappiness, just lack of life coming to me and coming out of me—resignation to getting nothing and seeking nothing, staying behind shell. The glare of unknown love, human, unhad by me,—the tenderness I never had. I don't want to be just a nothing, a sick blank, withdrawal into myself forever. I just want something, beside the emptiness I've carried around in me all my life.

I write poetry because I want to be alone and want to talk to people.

I don't want to suffer any more, I have had my mind broken open over and over before, I have been isolate and loveless always. I have not slept with anyone since I saw you, not because I was faithful but because I am afraid and I know no one. I will always be afraid I will always be worthless, I will always be alone till I die and I will be tormented long after you leave me.

Don't you see that I cannot be composed, I cannot reconcile myself, because there is no other reality but loneliness for me and before I am dragged back into isolation I will clasp and grasp and claw in fright even at you without consciousness—even I—and I am afraid that I cannot survive if I have to go on into myself.

Assuming I am mad (Ha!) god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and looking out of this living death I can see the people weep and feel sorry. Alas, nobody even weeps. It's all a dream.

I'm with you in Rockland where you scream in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss

me being no one in the air nothing but clouds in the moonlight with humans fucking underneath… .

who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer

We're stuck in our Selves, And who else to be stuck in? - New York to San Fran

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked ...

institutionalized children would be viewed as increasingly expendable and much sought after as test subjects. World War II and the Cold War that followed further fostered a need for test subjects. Research "volunteers" and institutions holding physically and mentally challenged children became particularly attractive for their convenience, isolation, and affordability. Many researchers viewed such facilities as a gift, a gift that kept on giving.

I find a certain degree of loneliness not only tolerable but deeply pleasurable.

There was no proof that everyone perceived it in the same way; maybe Zulema, Riad Halabí, and others had a different impression of things; maybe they did not see the same colors or hear the same sounds I did. If that were true, each of us was living in absolute isolation.

He had to get out, get some space between him and the world, just to breathe.

She was so alone. Dead to the world. No one to love. No one who loved her.

Truth is, I didn't really tell him anything much anymore. Richard had gone off into the forest o his own journey to self-discovery, as people do at our age, but he forgot to drop a trail of crumbs for me to follow him. I had no clue where he was and I'd stopped trying to find out, mainly because he didn't seem to notice or care at I wasn't looking anymore. Too much of the time, I felt like a single parent.

Pain is always new to the sufferer, but loses its originality for those around him.

Pain is always new to the sufferer, but loses its originality for those around him. Everyone will get used to it except me.

Un animal rabioso que nos ataca produce terror. Un hombre que nos persigue, nos aterra. Una habitación vacía, una calle vacía, la nada que sigue a nuestra muerte o la muerte de quienes amamos, nos angustía, no hay objeto, no hay nada; angustia.

I hope you'll never know how sadness can twist your heart, and make you a stranger to yourself.