Quotes About Isolation

I am a hindrance to the world, and the world is a hindrance to me.

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

Now that we're essentially an indoor species, walled off from the world of other life forms, we're divorced from the very domain that supports and sustains our lives.

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

In secluding himself too much from society, an author is in danger of losing that intimate acquaintance with life which is the only sure foundation of power in a writer.

Thirty years ago, the Pandora's box of the Internet wasn't yet a fact of life, and celebrities inhabited a more remote, hard-to-reach plane.

How do I explain a life that has lasted for billions of years? It is almost as if I must start with an apology for being alive when everyone I once knew is dead.

The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness

Maybe I am not very human - all I ever wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

Outside, in the pungency of the worn air, he sighed with premonitory tiredness. He locked the door, went up the steps, and headed for the subway that would take him to the upper West Side of town. He walked lightly and his face showed no awareness of all the thousands of people around him because he traveled in an eggshell through which came only subdued light and muffled sound.

The West's global cities are like tropical islands surrounded by oceans of resentment.

To the West's economic losers, cities like London and Chicago are not so much magnets as death stars.

never before has it been so easy to stay in touch with so many people electronically, but rarely has it seemed so difficult to maintain genuine human closeness.

We also have to reevaluate the historic benefits of intoxication, at both the individual and group level, in light of the unprecedented threats that intoxicants pose in the modern world. The relatively recent innovations of distillation and social isolation entirely change intoxicants' balance on the razor's edge between order and chaos, creating novel dangers that we only dimly appreciate.

Nobody can find me here, he thought. And then he thought, what if nobody can find me here?

To increase density in a rat population and maintain healthy specimens, put them in boxes so they can't see each other, clean their cages, and give them enough to eat. You can pile the boxes up as many stories as you wish. Unfortunately, caged animals become stupid, which is a very heavy price to pay for a super filing system!

Secrecy, once accepted, becomes an addiction.

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been...

I built myself a house of glass: It took my years to make it: And I was proud. But now, alas! Would God someone would break it. But it looks too magnificent. No neighbour casts a stone From where he dwells, in tenement Or palace of glass, alone.

The photograph isolates and perpetuates a moment of time: an important and revealing moment, or an unimportant and meaningless one, depending upon the photographer's understanding of his subject and mastery of his process.

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

By all means use some time to be alone.

I wish I could've done more for her, but some sorrows were simply too individual to share.