Quotes About Isolation

She can't even stand to be around me, and I didn't do anything," I said despairingly. "You really know how to pick 'em, don't you?" Toby joked. "I think I'm cursed." "I wouldn't say cursed," Toby mused. "More like suffering the aftermath of a personal tragedy." The aftermath of a personal tragedy. I liked that. It sounded appropriately gloomy.

My tour guide hadn't ditched me. He'd died.

But her window stayed dark after I replied, even though she knew I was there, watching. 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 form 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 a it all, numbly watching.

The longer we remain isolated in a period of liberty, the harder it will be to find one another in a time of persecution.

The testimony of anti-communist dissidents is clear: Only in solidarity with others can we find the spiritual and communal strength to resist. The longer we remain isolated in a period of liberty, the harder it will be to find one another in a time of persecution. We must see in our brothers and sisters not a burden of obligation but the blessing of our own freedom from loneliness, suspicion, and defeat.

Their deep unhappiness comes from the isolation they feel, despite being connected, thanks to smartphone-enabled social networking, to more people than any generation ever has. Smartphone culture has radically increased the social anxiety they experience, as information coming through their phones convinces sensitive teenagers—especially girls—that they are being left out of the more exciting lives others are having.

When the light in most people's faces comes from the glow of the laptop, the smartphone, or the television screen, we are living in a Dark Age,

A person cut off from history is a person who is almost powerless against power.

If you isolate yourself, you will become weird," Father Marc continued. "It is a tricky balance between allowing freedom and openness on the one hand, and maintaining a community identity on the other. The idea of community itself should not be allowed to become an idol. A community is a living organism that must change and grow and adapt.

Here is the end point of modernity: the autonomous, freely choosing individual, finding meaning in no one but himself.

Crowded rooms and lonesome tunes and very little sky.

Sometimes I think people were meant to be strangers.Not to get to know one another,not to get close enough to damage the heart made older by each new encounter.

You see, we can feed the stomach with concentrates, we can supply microfilm for reading, recreation, even movies of a sort, we can pump oxygen in, and waste material out, but there's one thing we can't simulate. That's a very basic need. Man's hunger for companionship. The barrier of loneliness, that's one thing we haven't licked yet.

I was the ref. I was the ref they didn't know about. Deaf and dumb. Invisible as a wall. I wanted no one to win

There were days when I didn't exist; he saw through me and walked around me. I was invisible. There were days when I liked not existing. I closed down, stopped thinking, stopped looking...There were days when I couldn't even feel pain. They were the best ones. I could see it happening. There was no ground under me, nothing to fall to. I was able to not care. I could float. I didn't exist

Sparta would become increasingly marginalised in Greek affairs from this time on.

already more than a thousand years old before anyone ever lived on this bare stretch of desert shore.

Just remember: It's lonely at the top, when there's no one on the bottom.

When I was a kid I got no respect. I had no friends. I remember the seesaw. I had to keep running from one end to the other.

distant as the death of grocery chickens.

Jo declaró en una entrevista en 1956: "Un día voy a escribir la historia verdadera de Edward Hopper... Es puro Dostoievski. ¡Oh, es amargura aplastante!". [...] En la misma entrevista dijo que hablar con Edward "era a veces exactamente como tirar una piedra en un pozo, salvo que no hace ruido al caer".

It seems ironic that, in this information age, millions of people feel such a lack of control over their lives. Obviously, the communications revolution has done little to overcome, and may even have contributed to, a feeling of detachment and disconnectedness with circumstances and other people.

Yes, you can feel very alone as a poet and you sometimes think, is it worth it? Is it worth carrying on? But because there were other poets, you became part of a scene. Even though they were very different writers, it made it easier because you were together.

These are deep issues, and we are yet very far from explanations. I would argue that no clear answers will come forward unless the interrelating features of all these worlds are seen to come into play. No one of these issues will be resolved in isolation from the others. I have referred to three worlds and the mysteries that relate them one to another. No doubt there are not really three worlds but one, the true nature of which we do not even glimpse at present.