Quotes About Isolation

Never having alone time is real tough on people.

This time, we went up to Big Bear for 3-4 weeks and sequestered ourselves writing this album [ "The Black Crown"].

I happen to be pretty productive when I am in jail. When you are in jail, you have to spend more time with yourself.

I'm very shy really. I spend a lot of time in my room alone reading or writing or watching television.

Music was like my first real toy. I was an only child for a while, and I was alone a lot of the time - and I liked it. I still like being alone.

Antarctica is a very alien environment, and you can't survive here more than minutes if you're not equipped properly and doing the right thing all the time.

The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.

I spend so much time living by myself - mostly in hotels - and I pick up cats when I'm feeling particularly lonely.

I think Canadians make a lot of music because we're stuck inside all the time.

For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.

I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

Since I was 15 years old I've never been able to spend Christmas, Halloween or Thanksgiving (with friends and family). This was the first time I was able to enjoy a Super Bowl.

When you feel like an outsider - for whatever reason - you spend a lot of time alone.

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.

Isolation means a lack of growth. I grew up in China at a time when the country was completely isolated. That era is over.

I am a pretty crazy person, so it's best for me to be on my own most of the time.

When you're on a submarine you're usually underwater for months at a time, and you don't get to Skype or make phone calls. When you get messages, they're maybe two sentences. They're very short.

But Elizabeth Diane was not happy. She still felt invisible. She studied harder, hoping to achieve acceptance with better and better grades. No one seemed to notice her.

The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I was prepared, I will manage with the rest. I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again. . . But how. The hot summer rustles Like a carnival outside my window; I have long had this premonition Of a bright day and a deserted house.

There's something undeniable about the posture of a person trying not to acknowledge your existance

February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.

It was easy to figure out how people ought to behave out in the world if you never went out in the world yourself.

Wasn't this what living in New York was supposed to be like, the skyline, the anonymity, coexistence without intimacy?

Solitude can lead to a tunnel within ourselves at the end of which is a room we didn't even know was there.