Quotes About Isolation

Find a nice, self sufficient hilltop, and fortify it.

after all, what is a planet but an island in space?

People are not more connected, despite the billions in ads from the IT companies. Why call it community? It's just technology. The machines are connected, not the people.

Culture has lead us to betray our own aboriginal spirit and wholeness, into an ever-worsening realm of synthetic, isolating, impoverishing estrangement. Which is not to say that there are no more everyday pleasures, without which we would loose our humanness. But as our plight deepens, we glimpse how much must be erased for our redemption.

And it seemed that my ping-pong ball could not touch his right now. We are alone in these things that we suffer.

Driving home, Tommy was aware of a sensation like that of a tire becoming flat, as though he had been filled—all his life—with some sustaining air, and it was gone now; he felt, increasingly as he drove, a sense of fear. He could not understand it.

Be a chef, be a beggar, be divorced a zillion times, no one in this city cared. Smoke yourself to death out the window. Scare your wife and go to jail. It was heaven to live here. Susie never got that. Poor Susie.

He forgot that anybody was there, and, sobbing, hid his face in his great hands.

Anne Frank was her go-to girl. Suzi stayed in her room as much as they'd let her, rereading Anne Frank's diary for the millionth time so that she wouldn't feel sorry for herself.

Ximena walks through the emotionless atmosphere found only in new houses.

Her work failed her. She had reached a desperate, claustrophobic stage of being imprisoned halfway in a novel: there was too much behind her for her to retreat and not a glimmer of light ahead. She sat for hours without writing, staring at the last few wrods on the page, seeing no significance in them. Her characters fell into frozen poses, speech died on their lips: they had sat at a banquet for weeks and she had not the power to bring them to their feet again.

Abrió el libro, pero ninguna página parecía ser lo bastante potente para borrar la soledad que sentía.

Sabes?, si no alientas de entrada a las personas, aunque sea de vez en cuando, se mueren de tristeza o se transforman en Hitler

Sometimes callers from a distance invade my solitude, and it is on these occasions that I realize how absolutely alone each individual is, and how far away from his neighbour; and while they talk (generally about babies, past, present, and to come), I fall to wondering at the vast and impassable distance that separates one's own soul from the soul of the person sitting in the next chair.

It had never occurred to me that simply being with a fellow prisoner would make me feel like I was still in prison.

It was a nightmare I could never really define, to have so many people packed around me and not be able to communicate with any of them unless they felt like it.

They eat everything alive. People, dogs, horses. Everything with flesh on it. So many of them crawling. Everywhere. Leaving the bones behind.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn't stop and suffer with me.

Loneliness is an empty space, a hole that cannot be filled. Loneliness is the weather side of the quarterdeck and a vacant captain's cabin. It's the sea when I can't look at it through your eyes. It's the wind when I can't hear it with your ears. It's salt when I can't taste it on your lips.

Loneliness. There is no worse loneliness than the loneliness of a dog who never was anything but lonely, because the loneliness is normal, like a heartbeat. Do you think it's easy to go to the place inside a dog where the loneliness is, when you can't even do it with yourself?

My bad thoughts and fears stop and I Iook up through the ice, and see a world I never belonged in, that never wanted me.

But abuse isn't like an uncomfortable pair of boots you can just kick off. It's like being the passenger in a car speeding the wrong way down the highway. You know there's hurt ahead, but you're too scared to jump out. All you can do is hope it slows down, or better still, that it stops completely. Maybe it's different for other victims, who have more family and friends, or who live in a bigger town.

You know, radio DJ's must really love to talk to theirselves. Especially when they have the graveyard shift. 'Hey this is Ellen with 89.1. It is currently three in the morning. There are few cars on the road. And it your still listening heres a little music to get you to dance..