Quotes About Isolation

No one would choose a friendless existence on condition of having all the other things in the world.

No one would choose a friendless existence on condition of having all other things in the world

Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god.

Every unhappy person thinks her unhappiness is unique.

The more anxious, isolated and time-deprived we are, the more likely we are to turn to paid personal services. To finance these extra services, we work longer hours. This leaves less time to spend with family, friends and neighbors we become less likely to call on them for help, and they on us.

The food that afternoon was served in tins that had contained Russian beef. It was three spoonfuls of boiled macaroni and a piece of bread. That was February 11, 1970. That day saw the beginning of a plan for biological and psychological experimentation more inhuman, brutal, and merciless than anything the western world had known with the exception of the Nazis' activities.

The men behind those iron palisades looked like skeletons; their faces were white and waxen from lack of sun. One of them was so emaciated that he seemed unreal. He didn't speak, he didn't wave or gesture, he was simply there, staring — he looked to me like a figure in a wax museum. However, not one of the men there could have spent more than two years and a few days in that jail. Just thinking about it sent a shiver of terror up my spine. Two years!

DIE KARTOFFELSORTIERMASCHINE rüttelte im Bogen=Lampen=Licht: Nichts Niemand Nirgends Nie! / Umdient von 4 Lemuren in fahler Tracht: die Schatten flohen manchmal entsetzt vor ihren eigenen Herren davon. (Zaunzu hülfesuchend? – Bei uns iss ooch keene.)

She stared ahead with eyes where dreams no longer swam, where thoughts no longer had any life. It was that hazy stare of old people behind which was the mysterious nothingness which was drawing nearer, the absolute end, the annihilation of everything and everybody, the awful end in helplessness, grief, grief, and the sleep of everything there is.

Hunger and cold were like two walls with no room for anything else in between but loneliness, in which a man is a stranger even to himself.

Don't go away. I don't want to be alone. I can't stand being alone.

Mensen hebben warmte nodig. Daarop leven ze. Daarvan leven ze. Die warmte is geen misdaad. Het gebrek eraan is de misdaad.

Ze herinnert het zich nog goed, ze fietste naar huis en ze dacht: ik ben eenzaam. Ze belde Roland en hij zei: 'Dat is heel naar voor je, maar op lange termijn is het niet slecht. Eenzaamheid is de voorwaarde voor ware productiviteit. Je moet ervan leren te genieten, net als van gember.

Kijk,' zegt hij, 'kijk hoe mooi het hier is. Nergens een mens te bespeuren. Alleen maar zand. Dat is mooi. Een wereld zonder mensen, dat is schoonheid. Duisternis is de mens, niets dan dat, het epicentrum van duisternis, en het enige licht dat van hem komt, is het licht van het beest.

Friends? Your friends? If you lock them together in a room with no food for a week…Then you could see what it is, friends! …

But here God didn't come. We were all on our own.

The reason why most absurdist plays take place in a no man's land with only two characters is mainly financial.

I wish more of us could understand that our increasing isolation, no matter how much it seems to express pride and self-affirmation, is not the answer to our problems. Rather, the answer is a revival of our ancient commitment to God, who rules over all the peoples of the world and exalts no one over any other, and to the moral and spiritual values which were once legendary in America. We must reach out our hand in friendship both to those who would befriend us and those who would be our enemy.

In junior high school, I was an object of pure ridicule for my dress, withdrawal, and asocial manner. Dozens of times, I saw individuals laugh and smile more in ten to fifteen minutes than I did in all my life up to then.

Get away from the crowd when you can. Keep yourself to yourself, if only for a few hours daily.

If you want to be a private eye, you have to get used to such things as hideous depression and abject despair.

But it doesn't work: they forget you.

Carlos's question made me reflect on the fact that, like a lot of hardworking, ambitious people, I had lots and lots of "deal friends" but not too many real friends, and I was pretty lonely as a result. I vowed to cultivate my few real friendships much more.

However, loneliest of all are those who are married but with an "absent spouse." (Workaholics, take note: your spouse is probably lonely—and suffering as a result.)