Quotes About Isolation

For a year, Johnny lived the new, brutal truth that he was on his own. But that's the way it was. What had been concrete one day proved sand the next; strength was illusion; faith meant shit. So what? So his once-bright world had devolved to cold, wet fog. That was life, the new order. Johnny had nothing to trust but himself, so that's the way he rolled - his path, his choices, and no looking back.

Some time ago I discovered that I could no longer speak aloud or read aloud from a stage, even for the sake of hearing the effect that my writer's voice produced on listeners. Now, curiously, the more I merely try to live, the more reclusive I become, the vainer I am. At last I am as vain as the one who instantly voices his silence inside me.

In 1913, Wittgenstein decided to live for two years in Norway on his own to meditate and work on logic. Russell tried to dissuade him.

All morning they watched for the plane which they thought would be looking for them. They cursed war in general and PTs in particular. At about ten o'clock the hulk heaved a moist sigh and turned turtle.

This is one of the defining sorrows of books: that we cannot see one another.

There is no friendship in the desert, there is no love. The Sahara only knows allies and accomplices. [Hopkins quoting B. Gysin's The Process]

you know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes

This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness

In the 1930s, Adolf Hitler believed that his great-power rivals would be easy to exploit and isolate because each had little interest in fighting Germany and instead was determined to get someone else to assume the burden. He guessed right.

Er setzte sich auf ein fadenscheiniges Sofa.

No pertenecer a ninguna parte era como ser invisible.

Ya me llamarán. Si encuentran algo más, quiero decir. O quizá para tenerme al corriente, por favor. —Por supuesto. ¿Está aquí con algún amigo o amiga? ¿Algún familiar? ¿Alguien que la ayude y le haga compañía? —No —contestó Sloane—. Nadie.

Aquí hay muchas personas que no salen nunca. Depende de lo que hiciste para que te trajeran aquí. Por supuesto, también hay muchos que no quieren salir, aunque podrían si lo pidieran. Sólo que nunca lo piden

La ausencia de sonido puede ser peor que cualquier grito

all the time thinking he'd had no idea before this night how easy it was in this world to be hated.

Hay muchas formas de tener a una persona encerrada. Piénsalo. Pero la mejor no tiene nada que ver con fármacos o cerrojos: aquí casi nadie tiene adónde ir. Si no tienes eso, no te vas. Es así de simple.

Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bellTo toll me back from thee to my sole self!

I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.

It really was shocking, as though the world was going mad, people turning in on themselves and falling prey to wicked thoughts.

I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply meaningful world around me.

All of them, all except Phineas, constructed at infinite cost to themselves these Maginot Lines against this enemy they thought they saw across the frontier, this enemy who never attacked that way—if he ever attacked at all; if he was indeed the enemy.

ledsome adj. feeling lonely in a crowd; drifting along in a sea of anonymous faces but unable to communicate with or confide in any of them.

allope n. a mysterious aura of loneliness you feel in certain places, the palpable weight of all the lonely people secretly holed up in their houses and apartments, with a flickering blue glow cast up on their walls-so many of whom might just want someone to talk to, or want to feel needed, and could be that for each other of only they could somehow connect.