Quotes About Isolation

Distance has the same effect on the mind as on the eye.

But Lord! how everybody's looks, and discourse in the street, is of death, and nothing else; and few people going up and down, that the town is like a place distressed and forsaken.

having not for some days been in the streets; but now how few people I see, and those looking like people that had taken leave of the world.

but now how few people I see, and those looking like people that had taken leave of the world.

What does it … feel like, to have lost an entire world?' 'Lonely.' Rat raised his many-ringed hand to rub at his neck under his broad jaw. 'But the loneliness comes from the question.

And on the worlds of five galaxies, now, people delve your imagery and meaning for the answers to the riddles of language, love, and isolation." The three words jumped his sentence like vagabonds on a boxcar.

Long as you're healthy, Bellona is great. But there's no doctors or nothing, you know?

mean, you don't go around thinking about yourself by your own name, do you? Nobody does—unless somebody calls to you by it, or asks you what it is. I haven't been around people who know me for…for a while now.

The General Public is a statistical fiction created by a few exceptional men to make the loneliness of being exceptional a little easier to bear.

There are times when you must walk by yourself because it hurts so much to be alone.

Never less alone than when alone.

I make them feel like they're still part of life, part of some grand nutty scheme instead of alone with their diseases, which, most of the time and especially in the Clinic, don't hardly exist at all. With me, they feel they're still part of the human race.

I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,And cried, A sail! a sail!

Alone, alone, all, all alone;Alone on a wide, wide sea.

O Wedding Guest! This soul hath beenAlone on a wide wide sea:So lonely 'twas, that God himselfScarce seemèd there to be.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you. Ogden Nash (1902–71), American poet I

Now I am shut up with his mother on Bramble farm and she is no better for conversation than prune whip

A guy could starve to death when his brother don't come home.

We must pass through acute loneliness to learn that we are not alone.

He was like a few notes scattered in a strong wind, the backbone of melody long since blown out to sea.

The stars were withdrawn, small, giving no light, unlike other nights when they seemed to hang large from the sky ready to be reached for and taken into our hands.

edge of town all graveyard and the sound of waves

Hay preguntas que deben responderse porque sólo nos vienen una vez», se dijo. A él le faltó valor y ahora estaba solo