Quotes About Isolation

Afinal, todos somos crianças abandonadas. Nos momentos de solidão noturna, de insônia, tomamos consciência de que estamos destinados ao abandono, àquele tempo quando será inútil chamar "meu pai" ou "minha mãe".

Sofri a dor da solidão e da rejeição. Mas foi esse espaço de solidão na minha alma que me fez pensar coisas que de outra forma eu não teria pensado.

So this is the human condition: we're living longer, getting taller, and are a push of a finger away from every other person on the planet and yet we do not know how to run ourselves.

The fool needs company, the wise solitude.

I think that if there is a hell it's just a place where you're left all alone, with nobody around you. Man, when you're alone you don't have to burn, just being by yourself for all of time would be the worst punishment the Old Man could give you

Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels fastest who travels alone.

When you learn to read you will be born again...and you will never be quite so alone again.

Everybody at home speaks mandarin except me.

Why, oh why won't she just overdose?

Jed was used to isolation. His face was like some kind of cul-de-sac. It said NO THROUGH ROAD to most people. Confronted with him, they always turned around, backed away.

It was as if Jed had moved from one dimension to another. His original dimension hadn't reported him missing, and his new dimension didn't acknowledge his presence. Maybe what he'd really done was end up somewhere between the two. Some days he almost felt invisible.

That man is strongest who stands alone!

There is a distinction to be made between aloneness and loneliness.

And I knew that as long as I responded, in both a physical and mystical way, to the natural world-sea, sun, earth, moon and stars-I would never feel lonely upon this planet.

I was alone. Alone with the wind and the sky.

Eighteen, and in control of my own destiny. For that man is strongest who stands alone.

Outside the towns in the isolation of the hills, life is simply a matter of yesterday, today and tomorrow. And not always tomorrow.

Being a misfit in a group of boisterous party-goers can be a lonely experience. But being alone as a matter of choice is one of life's pleasures.

Along its banks, for hundreds of miles, lived millions of people, and Sita was only one small girl among them, and no one had ever heard of her, no one knew her—except for the old man, the boy and the river.

him, but of course they wouldn't allow that. She became very melancholic, and started living all by herself in the old palace. They give her everything she needs, but she doesn't go out or have visitors. Everyone says she's mad.' 'How do they know?' I asked. 'Because she's different from other people, I suppose.' 'Is that being mad?

Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.

One minute he was moving securely through time and space, in perfect coordination with other people; then, with no warning, he was out of step, was somehow removed from everyone else's sense of time and place, so that the slightest movement, word, facial expression or gesture contained enormous significance. The room filled with coded messages that he could not decode, and he slipped quickly into barely controlled hysteria.

Have you been out in society recently? 'Cause it's SHIT.

This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms, just hallways and closets. Things happen in rooms. He does not like things to happen.