Quotes About Isolation

You are forever alone.

The loneliness of farangs can be a fatal disease which distorts their minds and tortures them until they snap.

And I wake, in the cage of my bones, on the same cold ground.

This girl - this thin, cold child in a hand-me-down cardigan and faded dress - hated me, not for anything I was or had done, but because I existed, in her world, and she didn't want me there.

Denn das ist ja das Wunderbare an Eigenbrötlern: Sie sind Enthusiasten. Wer selbst kein Leben hat, kann irgendwas leidenschaftlich lieben, und kein Mensch macht einem deshalb Vorhaltungen.

for we have found that by excluding we grow thin inside even though we may have an enormous bank account outside.

When you start working, everybody is in your studio- the past, your friends, enemies, the art world, and above all, your own ideas- all are there. But as you continue painting, they start leaving, one by one, and you are left completely alone. Then, if you are lucky, even you leave.

For the primary function of culture in Gissing's scheme of things was to segregate him from other people. To qualify as culture, knowledge had to be abstruse.

They were all down there trying to wire the shackle. Each one of them alone, clinging to the stem of a mushroom anchor with one breath inside. One breath. It didn't matter if you got the shackle wired or not. There was no up. When your breath was done, no up." John Casey, Spartina

She cried for herself, she cried because she was afraid that she herself might die in the night, because she was alone in the world, because her desperate and empty life was not an overture but an ending, and through it all she could see was the rough, brutal shape of a coffin.

I'm smiled out, talked out, quipped out, socialized so far from any being, I need the weight of mortal silences to get realized back into myself.

I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows?My friends forsake me like a memory lost.

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love's frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

I hate the very noise of troublous man Who did and does me all the harm he can. Free from the world I would a prisoner be And my own shadow all my company.

Misery loved company, but damnation needed it.

He was just a boy wearing pajamas, one slipper, and an old blue dressing gown under a stranger's jacket, and he did not belong anywhere but in his own bedroom.

He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.

That was what death was like: trapped in a small space with a big weight holding you down for all eternity.

the more of us there are, the more distant from each other we become. We're practically livin' on top of each other but we're further away from each other in every other way than we've ever been before.

but David did not want to mix with them, and they in turn saw something sad and distant in him that kept them away.

Al final, tu único amigo eres tú mismo porque los demás, llegado el momento, te dejarán todos en la estancadas. Al final, todos estamos solos.

Hay ocasiones en que se siente solo, pero cree que eso forma parte del orden de las cosas, porque todos los hombres y mujeres, casados o no, se sienten a veces solos.

Al final, tu único amigo eres tú mismo porque los demás, llegado el momento, te dejarán todos en la estancada. Al final, todos estamos solos.

Some people had a way of colonizing spaces, adapting them to form sanctuaries for themselves. Quayle was such a man. Billy took a seat