Quotes About Isolation

I've been hiding from the real world all my life.

There's something terribly solitary about working in movies and television, and in New York, so much of the theater is showcasing.

Some of the greatest works of theater, from Chekov's work to modern playwrights', consist of just a few people in a room with no one leaving.

If I wasn't in the theater, I would be a hermit.

I had this thing about hanging out in dark theaters. My family thought I grew out of a rock.

I don't like going to movie theaters or festivals. I even get freaked out at other people's shows.

I acted out a lot. I was very nerdy. I was very isolated, which I made up for by kind of talking and trying to entertain people and get them to like me, so I did theatre and improv in high school and college, but always as a hobby.

I was such a wallflower in high school. I did a lot of extracurricular theatre shows, but at school, I spent a lot of time by myself. I ate lunch by myself, and I was always okay with it. But I was definitely made fun of, and I always felt like an outsider.

I have lots of friends, but I'm probably a terrible friend to all of them, even my family. I wouldn't be surprised if I found myself with no friends later on in life. My friends become my enemies.

Claustrophobia is a theme that I feel is really rife in 'Sound of my Voice' and struggling to come up for air from that feeling.

Loneliness is definitely a theme running through the show, but I think there's hope in it also. Loki and Sylvie find each other, and there's hope in that for them.

If you never let anyone get near you, they soon got the message you wanted to be left alone.

Right now Rick didn't want anything from anyone, and for Jack this was horrible. It was like being rejected as a father figure. "Hey,

And he wanted someone to care enough about him to try to find him. He wanted someone to love him. It had been so long since anyone had loved him.

She felt tears on her cheeks, but she didn't feel pain. Just that loneliness that sometimes plagued her.

And he wanted someone to care enough about him to try to find him. He wanted someone to love him. It had been so long since anyone had loved him. But

Before that moment, I had always supposed that loneliness was my enemy. I had seemed not to exist without people around me. But now I understood that I had always been a loner, and that this condition was a gift rather than something to be feared. Alone, in my castle, I could see more clearly what loneliness was.

And so I pushed it all down into the dim recesses of my mind, there to fester and grow like botulism.

And there are new kinds of nomads, not people who are at home everywhere, but who are at home nowhere. I was one of them

Usually spending any amount of time with someone was a forcible reminder of how much I'd rather be alone.

I knew what is was like to have people stare at you with pity. For everyone's gaze to follow you through the hallways as though you were marked by tragedy and no longer belonged. And I could understand why she hadn't wanted that.

The perfect soundtrack for my personal hell.

People are afraid of us. We're their monsters. Except they're the ones who are afraid of what they don't understand. They're the ones who ruin everything.

So I went to sleep thinking of her, of the curve of her back in a light cotton dress, of her hair twisted up into its crown of braids, of her, leaping from the zenith of the plastic swing set and clearing the sandbox, turning a neat lap around the whole of Eastwood, California, while I stood there, trapped in the dreariness of it all, numbly watching.