Quotes About Isolation

When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without the great burden of isolation, which is what feeling ugly felt like.

At times I was desperate and could find no solace anywhere. Nothing seemed to work, and the weight of being trapped in my own body made it difficult to lift even a hand off the sheets.

and knew without doubt that I was living in a story Kafka would have been proud to write.

If you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be left alone.

He was so lonely that he laughed at himself.

The white majesty of death had fallen on him and set him apart as one crowned.

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own

Just be indipendent of the external world, so you don't have to fear for what's in it.

No pain can be greater than the pain of one person. [...] In other words, no suffering can be greater than that of one human being. [...} The whole planet cannot suffer more than a lone soul.

I wanted to be alone in an altogether unusual way, a new way. Quite the contrary of what you think: that is to say, without myself and, to be precise, with a stranger at hand.

La solitudine non è mai con voi; è sempre senza di voi, è soltanto possibile con un estraneo attorno:

La vera solitudine è in un luogo che vive per sé e che per voi non ha traccia né voce, e dove dunque l'estraneo siete voi.

This awful fact…that you can be beside someone, looking them in the eyes…as I was looking a certain person in the eyes one day…and you can see you're a beggar at a gate through which you'll never enter; whoever does go in, it won't be you, ever, you with your world inside your head, the world you see and touch…

Nulla turba e sconcerta piú di due occhi vani che dimostrino di non vederci, o di non vedere ciò che noi vediamo. Perché guardi cosí? E nessuno pensa che tutti dovremmo guardare sempre cosí, ciascuno con gli occhi pieni dell'orrore della propria solitudine senza scampo).

Hai mai pensato di andare via e non tornare mai più? Scappare e far perdere ogni tua traccia, per andare in un posto lontano e ricominiciare a vivere, vivere una vita nuova, solo tua, vivere davvero. Ci hai mai pensato?

True solitude is to be found in a place that lives a life of its own, but which for you holds no familiar footprint, speaks in no known voice, and where accordingly the stranger is yourself.

Solitude is never where you are; it is always where you are not, and is only possible with a stranger present

I feel that my life is devoid of meaning and I no longer see any reason in the acts I perform or the words I say, and it astonishes me that other people can move about outside this nightmare of mine... that they can act and speak.

Io volevo esser solo in un modo affatto insolito, nuovo. Tutt'al contrario di quel che pensate voi: cioè senza me e appunto con un estraneo attorno.

It never ceased to amaze me how much I could hate the world when I wasn't stoned. It seemed such a hostile place. And yet, get a good blast in me, and my love for humanity was abundant.

But they can't know how the dark space inside me is growing. I lie to them. I can't get out of the dark hole. 'Peace is here' it whispers.

It is from this beautiful, feral place that we are able to respond to the breath of inspiration that summons us to the fullness of our creativity. Full, because we are cognizant that we are not a lone pair of hands or a single voice, that we do not create in isolation but bring our gift, the art of our lives, to one another, to the earth. We each touch the seven starlings closest to us in our own mumuration, and the ripple spreads faster than we could have imagined. .

It is from this beautiful, feral place that we are able to respond to the breath of inspiration that summons us to the fullness of our creativity. Full, because we are cognizant that we are not a lone pair of hands or a single voice, that we do not create in isolation but bring our gift, the art of our lives, to one another, to the earth. We each touch the seven starlings closest to us in our own murmuration, and the ripple spreads faster than we could have imagined..

Hadn't they confiscated our cell phones, our tablets, all of our screens and digital access to the outside? We were being held in an analog prison, said David.