Quotes About Isolation

There's no way to eloquently put this. I just can't go to the mall. It bothers me that I can't be outside very often. And also to not ever be just 'some girl' again. Just being some chick at some place, that's gone.

No matter who you are, you're gonna feel alienated by somebody.

A good day is when no one shows up, and you don't have to go anywhere.

Being on 'Good Times' was the first time I was around a group of people that wasn't my family.

Pienso que nunca antes me habías humillado tanto con tus expresiones, ni habías demostrado más fehacientemente tu desprecio (p. 64)

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine that they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

La paura della morte si dileguò e le subentrò una meravigliosa indifferenza. Egli si distese come per dormire. Il cielo gemmato della notte d'agosto stava immobile sopra di lui. Fra i miliardi di stelle nessuna baluginava. Stefano era solo nel mondo e col mondo.

Karl stood up slowly. He was caked with filth, but the dirt was nothing to him. He felt divorced from the squalor. He and Kristian were spectres glimpsed only by the dying.

The shortest horror story: The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

The world is in pain, and its pain makes strangers of us all and ties my tongue in a lover's knot.

In winter when the snow and ice were fierce, we shook beneath our different roofs alone, and that's what Hell is like, I think. It's cold and shame and shaking. And worst of all, it's loneliness.

The singing of a man cast away upon a desolate island might be as appropriately considered as evidence of contentment and happiness, as the singing of a slave; the songs of the one and of the other are prompted by the same emotion.

I was in the midst of an ocean of my fellow-men, and yet a perfect stranger to every one.

There is a sweet little horror story that is only two sentences long: 'The last man on Earth sat along in a room. There was a knock at the door…' Two sentences and an ellipsis of three dots. The horror, of course, isn't in the story at all; it's in the ellipsis, the implication: what knocked at the door. Faced with the unknown, the human mind supplies something vaguely horrible.

The soldiers were overwhelmed and blinded by the forces of nature, by the soaking vegetation, the mountains that vanished in the clouds, the rivers swirling with turbid, dangerously rapid water, by the mud, the heat, by everything. It was a formless, green-gray world, devoid of outline, inimical, a world in which every movement, even eating was an effort.

I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.

The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.

My solitude doesn't depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.

The Great Man... is colder, harder, less hesitating, and without fear of 'opinion'; he lacks the virtues that accompany respect and 'respectability,' and altogether everything that is the 'virtue of the herd.' If he cannot lead, he goes alone... He knows he is incommunicable: he finds it tasteless to be familiar... When not speaking to himself, he wears a mask. There is a solitude within him that is inaccessible to praise or blame.

there they laugh: they do not understand me; I am not the mouth for these ears.

He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

I and me are always too deeply in conversation: how could I endure it, if there were not a friend? The friend of the hermit is always the third one: the third one is the float which prevents the conversation of the two from sinking into the depth.

I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.