Quotes About Isolation

When you fake emotion for a living, when you make your money providing fantasies for other people, tuning into their worlds and indulging them, you don't invite someone into your world very easily.

When you're depressed you retreat and you go into a smaller world. This is why Brighton worked well for the story, because it's a smaller world than London.

My father could talk about the Romany way of life and its culture. He could talk about freedom and the Scottish spirit. But that was all he could talk about. I was desperate for someone to talk to but there was just nobody there.

Lately Mirabelle had reflected wistfully if people even noticed her – a smartly dressed woman who came and went along the Promenade, always alone.

The new contract between writers and readers is one I'm prepared to sign up to. I've met some fascinating people at events and online. Down with the isolation of writers I say! And long live Twitter.

Autumn Dusk I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

I have shut my heart As one shuts an open door, That Love may starve therein And trouble me no more.

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

I do think music teaches us the thing we most want to know: that we are not alone. On the other hand–remember I have reserved the right to be inconsistent–surely the only truth is that we are, in the end, alone.

The sun never sets there [Siberia] - one end wakes up when the other is going to sleep. In parts it is so cold that living trees explode with a sound like gunfire...

And he left. I watched him walk out – he didn't say good-bye, he didn't even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.

Our lives are spent plopped on the gluteal upholstery for eight hours a day with only imaginary friends for company, spinning lies, marinating in envy, and wondering when the Pulitzer committee is going to twig to our brilliance.

I would like whispering with someone who is like me. But no one is. I think it is because my sizzle doesn't match anyone else's. I want something to happen so bad that it sizzles inside of me. It never stops, but it also never fits any of the choices presented.

I guess that's what my dad did. Stopped agreeing with reality. I could do it for as long as it took me to get from my classroom to the office. He managed it for sixteen years. He must have had more mental discipline than me. Or maybe it wasn't that much of an effort to pretend that I didn't exist.

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

It is one of the peculiar characteristics of the photograph that it isolates single moments in time.

The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored.

People tend to read books about a guy who goes back in time or a guy who is living under a pier.

I am very scared of being outside my home for long periods of time.

I can't afford to spend my time with anyone - there's only enough left for myself

Gee, I wish I had spent more time alone with my computer.

I don't really leave my house too much, 'cause I don't like... it's funny, I don't really like to be high and famous at the same time.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

We must certainly acknowledge that solitude is a fine thing; but it is a pleasure to have some one who can answer, and to whom we can say, from time to time, that solitude is a fine thing.