Quotes About Isolation

If man merely sat back and thought about his impending termination, and his terrifying insignificance and aloneness in the cosmos, he would surely go mad, or succumb to a numbing sense of futility.

La vita di un puntuale è un inferno di solitudini immeritate. (La vida del puntual es un infierno de soledades inmerecidas)

Lei vaga in una grande stanza con una porta in fondo, l'uscita dalla sua solitudine. Qualche volta vede la porta ma fa finta di niente, continua a vagare e lamentarsi a dire a se steso, starò sempre solo. Io invece vago in una stanza senza porte. Posso tutt'al più sognare una porta.

La vita di un puntuale è un inferno di solitudini immeritate

No sun shall rise today for human eyes to see; the world entire is wrapped round in whirling white, an impenetrable cloud of cold and ice that chills the heart as it freezes the ground.

Ultimately, however, whether it is mother, wife, or child who keeps a man going, or whether a woman focuses her self-sacrifice on parent, husband, or child, the simultaneous connection and contrast between nurturing within the family and competition outside it leads to a profound sense of loneliness.

the last little orb winks behind our mountain Venus peeking one eye over her shoulder I boil water, you dice mushrooms for the sauce remember all the poems we wrote when we were young, I say always about that thin crack between day and night I write you another one right there in the kitchen for old times sake and butter melts on the table old witches know what that means out in the middle of nowhere

The tides here are too rough. I sink here, happy only when I hoard my little blue sleeping pills, stash the blades of my razor. I accumulate a drawer of drop-out devices, so by December I can escape to a Merry Christmas.

Anxiety, alienation, loneliness, emptiness, and meaninglessness are the fruits of living as an isolated subject admist a multitude of lifeless objects. Although our scope of involvement may extend to numerous and diverse fields of interest and concern, as long as the notion of having predominates, our being remains empty and superficial.

Loneliness is not only positively characterized by a certain degree of isolation, but is negatively characterized by a deficiency of participation.

Human beings like us may never have evolved before and may never evolve again in this or any other universe. As far as anyone knows, we are alone in an inconceivably vast cosmos that has no interest at all in our fate. I do not believe that I existed in any meaningful sense before my birth or will exist again after my death either here on earth or in a heaven, a hell, or any other realm.

ten years of whorehouse joy I'm alone now in the mountains the pines are like a jail the wind scratches my skin Ikky

I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.

To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.

Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

Do you think if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?

calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear...

The sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist.

I saw other people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. Little kids who looked tired. Fathers in nice coats who looked even more tired. Kids working behind counters of the food places who looked like they hadn't had the will to live for hours. The machines kept opening and closing. The people kept giving money and getting their change. And it all felt very unsettlingly to me.

The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.