Quotes About Isolation

If you're depressed on top of that, and you probably are, you build those walls thicker, stronger, and higher because being let down is the only feasible outcome of a relationship.

Most people are on the world, not in it — have no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them — undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate.

There is the solitude of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible. Words become powerless to express your pain; what others hear from your words is so distant and different from what you are actually suffering.

the sense of separateness from the rest of the world, as if everyone else knew the part they were playing but I'd never been given a script.

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

Capitalism tends to isolate, atomize, and alienate people, who are taught to see themselves as "individuals," that is, as isolated atoms. This reflects the social reality of the bourgeoisie and petty bourgeoisie, who are constantly competing against each other.

I alternate between feeling sympathetic toward humanity and being a misanthrope. When I'm sympathetic, it usually means I haven't been around people in awhile.

Rather like "Orwellian", the term "Kafkaesque" has come to be used, often enough by those who have not read a word of Kafka , to describe what are perceived as typically or even uniquely modern traumas: existential alienation, isolation and insecurity, the labyrinth of state bureaucracy, the corrupt or whimsical abuse of totalitarian power, the impenetrable tangle of legal systems, the knock on the door in the middle of the night….

Her family threw her out, years ago; they even offered to pay her to stay away." She added proudly: "But Kathy wouldnt take their money. Shes lived in a little hellhole in the Quarter ever since then—on her own . Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Those blackouts she has— Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Shes dying," she said abruptly.

Later on I would think of America as one vast city of night.-John Rechy, City of Night

From the street, I looked up into the apartment buildings, into the naked windows of the tiny cubicle-rooms. More haggard faces peering blankly; skinny, maimed bodies of uncaring women in slips; men without shirts. All have the same look: the look of nolonger-questioning, resigned doom. The world on its knees. Ã¢â'¬Â¦

You can rot here without feeling it.

What it would be like to simply disappear into the blackness, to float forever in silence and nothingness.

The silence of the building closed around him like a shroud.

The terrible dark, where nothing, not even time itself, existed.

All I want is to be left alone. That's why I have that fence. It's not only to keep the critters in. It's to keep people out.

If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.

For decades the social structures that created nuclear families, that kept families whole and together, had eroded, had finally broken down completely. Broken homes made broken homes made broken homes.

Lonely people have cruel thoughts.

All the time he had spent in institutions, sheltered from the world, when in reality there was no greater threat to him than the institutions themselves.

I do not dream anymore, nor do I sleep. My days are empty, my nights endless. My only thought is of her, this murderer. But despite what you say, she brings me life.

Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

All great and precious things are lonely.

A world from which solitude is extirpated, is a very poor ideal.