Quotes About Isolation

Mi papá vive solo en el desierto. Dice que no se lleva bien con la gente.

if zombies eat a family member, you're gonna dissociate

these entries we can see Smith focusing on the human landscape and the tension he felt between isolation and the teeming churn of collectives, a tension he never reconciled, and many themes of home—creating or finding a home, leaving and returning home.

bleak stretch between January and March when old folks lose the will to live.

I've been forgotten here. Left alone talking to lightning storms, studying the mysterious patterns the dust of dead people makes as it floats through the last light of day.

It seems the loneliest place in the world for something so lovely.

The more alone I get, the louder the world becomes.

Two people who live their lives alone in rooms doing strange, gentle things can sometimes be together in the middle of a dangerous storm in a house made of glass.

Blind Willie Johnson. 'Dark Was the Night.

I am in a house. I am in one room and my anxiety is in another. It's close. I can feel it. I can go to it. But I won't.

No, life ends and no, there is nothing elsewhere, and no question now of ever finding again that white speck lost in whiteness, to see if they still lie still in the stress of that storm, or of a worse storm, or in the black dark for good, or the great whiteness unchanging, and if not what they are doing.

I felt ill at ease with all this air about me, lost before the confusion of innumerable prospects.

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, thats what Ive had to make the best of.

What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity. A pity I should have to give tongue at the same time, it prevents it from bleeding in peace, licking the lips.

I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows. I was a solid in the midst of other solids.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

To contrive a little kingdom, in the midst of the universal muck, then shit on it, ah that was me all over.

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.

An empty house is like a stray dog or a body from which life has departed.

If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, sir, should keep his friendship in a constant repair.

Wretched un-idea'd girls.

Being in a ship is like being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.