Quotes About Isolation

Let me get away, away from everything, away from this world.

Then the time would come once more when I no longer listened for the steps on the stairs and felt lonely and cried into my pillow every night.

Still, I can't help telling you that lately I've begun to feel deserted. I'm surrounded by too great a void. I never used to give it much thought, since my mind was filled with my friends and having a good time. Now I think either about unhappy things or about myself. It's taken a while, but I've finally realized that Father, no matter how kind he may be, can't take the place of my former world.

You can be lonely even when you're loved by many people, since you're still not anybody's 'one and only'.

Ordinarily people don't know how much books can mean to someone whose cooped up. Our only diversions are reading, studying and listening to the wirelessly.

Ordinarily people don't know how much books can mean to someone whose cooped up. Our only diversions are reading, studying and listening to the wireless.

Now that we've been in hiding for a little over a year, you know a great deal about our lives. Still, I can't possibly tell you everything, since it's all so different compared to ordinary times and ordinary people.

I want the diary to be my friend, and I'm going to call this friend Kitty.

I didn't trust anyone but myself.

I mean that most people, whether or not they're married, are lonely inside. They have no one to talk to about their thoughts and emotions. That's what I miss the most.

A gente pode estar sozinha mesmo quando é amada por muitas pessoas.

Honestly, you needn't think it's easy to be the badly brought up central figure of a hypocritical family in hiding.

A person can be lonely even if he is loved by many people.

Loneliness is my least favorite thing about life. The thing that I'm most worried about is just being alone without anybody to care for or someone who will care for me.

Becoming a writer is about becoming conscious. When you're conscious and writing from a place of insight and simplicity and real caring about the truth, you have the ability to throw the lights on for your reader. He or she will recognize his or her life and truth in what you say, in the pictures you have painted, and this decreases the terrible sense of isolation that we have all had too much of.

It is unearned love--the love that goes before, that greets us on the way. It's the help you receive when you have no bright ideas left, when you are empty and desperate and have discovered that your best thinking and most charming charm have failed you. Grace is the light or electricity or juice or breeze that takes you from that isolated place and puts you with others who are as startled and embarrassed and eventually grateful as you are to be there.

If you are a writer, or want to be a writer, this is how you spend your days--listening, observing, storing things away, making your isolation pay off. You take home all you've taken in, all that you've overheard, and you turn it into gold. (Or at least you try.)

Grace is the light or electricity or juice or breeze that takes you from that isolated place and puts you with others who are as startled and embarrassed and eventually grateful as you are to be there.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

I know that sometimes these friends feel that they have been expelled from the ordinary world they lived in before and that they are now citizens of the Land of the Fucked.

It is most comfortable to be invisible, to observe life from a distance, at one with our own intoxicating superior thoughts. But comfort and isolation are not where the surprises are. They are not where hope is.

Being a writer guarantees that you will spend too much time alone -- and that as a result, your mind will begin to warp.

All these years I fell for the great palace lie that grief should be gotten over as quickly as possible and as privately. But what I've discovered since is that lifelong fear of grief keeps us in a barren, isolated place and that only grieving can heal grief; the passage of time will lessen the acuteness, but time alone, without the direct experience of grief, will not heal it.

San Quentin's is the safest beach in the world. We're not talking about lifeguards here who might yell at someone who's being rude-we're talking about armed guards, in watchtowers, two blocks away.