Quotes About Isolation

She was closed up like a fist. It her very own memory, not theirs, her very own real and terrible and lonely and dark memory.

Oh, cruel abandonment! My bones turn to dust beneath the gaze of your ever-mocking smile!

Though cast away am I from the heart of my city, black tears dribble from mine eyes at the sight of the fearful trail blazing towards her gates!

I'm always lonely when I'm on my own—a leftover I think from the Demon, who always struck when I was alone—but towards the end of filming I realized that I was going to be lonelier when I returned to my home and family.

If a man bullies a woman, all the women turn against him. Then the other men mock him because he sleeps alone.

Seawrack is singing in the place that lies beyond this place. Listen there, and you cannot help but hear her." With her I sang a few more words in the language of those whom Mora had once called the People of That Town. "'In our small house with shining windows, I waited till the tide brought your wreck through. Lie here beside me in the darkness. I'll wake to life the corpse I say is you.

Who was, who could be, more broken, exiled, and despairing than Maytera Marble?

Solitude has great attractions for the wise.

I believe rather that when I was alone I felt I had in some fashion lost my individuality; to the thrush and the rabbit I had been not Severian, but Man. The many people who like to be utterly alone, and particularly to be utterly alone in a wilderness, do so, I believe, because they enjoy playing that part. But I wanted to be a particular person again, and so I sought the mirror of other persons, which would show me that I was not as they were.

as a woman alone in a large house refrains from looking into mirrors, and instead busies herself with trivial errands, so that she may catch no glimpse of the thing whose feet she hears at times on the stairs.

I had been crazy since I was born, and now I was sane and it felt wonderful. The wind and the waves were sitting in that cave with me twisting thread, and nature was not something outside anymore.

That which you call nothing is what holds all things apart.

But the Lorns stood in the worst possible relationship: they were known by name only. They were reputed to be "nice.

when I was alone I felt I had in some fashion lost my individuality; to the thrush and the rabbit I had been not Severian, but Man. The many people who like to be utterly alone, and particularly to be utterly alone in a wilderness, do so, I believe, because they enjoy playing that part. But I wanted to be a particular person again, and so I sought the mirror of other persons, which would show me that I was not as they were.

You can deal with the loneliness one night at a time. But what you can't deal with is the idea of loneliness, the fear of it.

absence (of love, comfort, knowing what to do) when we find ourselves in the desert of a particular moment, feeling, situation.

Walk some night on a suburban street and pass house after house on both sides of the same street each with the lamplight of the living room, shining golden, and inside the little blue square of the television, each living family riveting its attention on probably one show; nobody talking; silence in the yards; dogs barking at you because you pass on human feet instead of wheels.

If you are poor your very brother hates you And all your friends avoid you, sad to say.

Wir sind Dickhäuter, wir strecken die Hände nacheinander aus, aber es ist vergebliche Mühe, wir reiben nur das grobe Leder aneinander ab, - wir sind sehr einsam. [...] Geh, wir haben grobe Sinne. Einander kennen? Wir müssten uns die Schädeldecken aufbrechen und die Gedanken einander aus den Hirnfasern zerren.

All feeling of shame rests upon isolation of the individual; it arises whenever stress is laid upon the ego , whenever the attention of a circle is drawn to such an individual — in reality or only in his imagination —which at the same time is felt to be in some way incongruous. For that reason retiring and weak natures particularly incline to feelings of shame.

Don't think you can frighten me by telling me that I am alone. France is alone. God is alone. And the loneliness of God is His strength.

I don't know if there are men on the moon, but if there are they must be using the earth as their lunatic asylum

She has mischievious moments when she wishes she could get him alone on a desert island...

She has even secret mischievous moments in which she wishes she could get him alone, on a desert island, away from all ties and with nobody else in the world to consider, and just drag him off his pedestal and see him making love like any common man.