Quotes About Isolation

There, he would live in total anonymity, a small-time bandit with no name. Nobody would believe the stories he would recall. Nobody would believe the history of his sadness.

It offended him and mocked him: the fact that the world didn't die when his heart did.

Rely on no one. Depend on no one for your happiness. I am declaring my independence. I am establishing a republic unto myself. I am seceding from the human race.

With some people solitariness is an escape not from others but from themselves. For they see in the eyes of others only a reflection of themselves.

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

A man by himself is in bad company.

There is no loneliness greater than the loneliness of a failure. The failure is a stranger in his own house.

To a man utterly without a sense of belonging, mere life is all that matters. It is the only reality in an eternity of nothingness, and he clings to it with shameless despair.

sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will make me cry by myself in a corner for hours.

As of 2016, more than twelve million Americans aged sixty-five and above live by themselves, and the ranks of those who are aging alone is growing steadily in much of the world.

Social media, for all their powers, cannot give us what we get from churches, unions, athletic clubs, and welfare states. They are neither a safety net nor a gathering place. In fact, insider accounts from Silicon Valley tech companies establish that keeping people on their screens, rather than in the world of face-to-face interaction, is a key priority of designers and engineers.

When human beings are ill, they often make a show of their injuries and parade them so that others may see and give them sympathy. It is just the reverse with an animal living in its natural state. Asking no sympathy, deeming rather that weakness of any kind is something to be ashamed of, it crawls away into some hidden corner and there, alone, it awaits the outcome – either recovery or death.

All I've got against it is that it takes you so far from the clubhouse.

Alexis de Tocqueville warned that as the economy and government of America got bigger, citizens could become smaller: less practiced in the forms of everyday power, more dependent on vast distant social machines, more isolated and atomized—and therefore more susceptible to despotism.

Abandonment - and that's precisely what it is-is never a solution. It never takes away pain, but only adds to it.

This is the very thing that has driven people to suicide through the centuries. It is hopelessness made real, or to use Milton's famous phrase, it is "darkness visible,"15 a description that the author William Styron used as a title for his own poignant memoir on depression.

After we hung up, I took the joint. If I was going to die here, in the creepy basement out of a horror movie, in an epic snowstorm that was like an icy prison, with a wife unwilling to pretend-like Bananarama to maybe save her husband's life, I should at least go out with a smile on my face.

We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically . Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.

Replying two weeks later he states his opinion of Fermat's Last Theorem. "I am very much obliged for your news concerning the Paris prize. But I confess that Fermat's Theorem as an isolated proposition has very little interest for me, because I could easily lay down a multitude of such propositions, which one could neither prove nor dispose of.

Extremism catches hold when all hope is gone, when a human being has been stripped of everything except hatred.

It was the apparent isolation of the place that touched her; it was somewhere she felt she could be separated from the rest of the world.

They is no place for me in this world , I am surround by many people but still feel alone.

There is simply no dignified way for a woman to live alone. Oh, she can get along financially perhaps (though not nearly as well as a man), but emotionally she is never left in peace. Her friends, her family, her fellow workers never let her forget that her husbandlessness, her childlessness -- her selfishness, in short -- is a reproach to the American way of life.

Freedom, although it has brought [modern man] independence and rationality, has made him isolated and, thereby, anxious and powerless.