Quotes About Isolation

Our parents had Ph.D.s, but we were dirty ragamuffin children. I spent a huge amount of time by myself. I daydreamed and learned how to be alone and not be lonely.

After a year or so I really thought I was Howard Hughes. Here I was at eighteen years old, getting all these checks.

I sometimes feel I have met everyone he ever met, but I never met him. I am afraid to say I have always been - the word I would have to use is - amused by Howard Hughes.

Without hugs seeing a face on a screen carries a weight of meaning and emotion.

Both Frankenstein and the Hulk are looked at as horrific, but they're just trying to find their way, like all of us.

It would be really wonderful if people connected to the loneliness of what it means to be a human being in the world today.

When you go a week without seeing a human face, that does something to you.

I'm one who seriously hates human life and would kill again.

Humanity is a failed experiment, but I think I'm God and I'd like to start over. I don't want to die, I just want everyone else to. I certainly would not be lonely. It would be exciting never having to listen to another person again but just my own self droning on and on. That's why I write a blog. And I read it, too.

When I write, I don't like to be around any humans.

It is said that a hundred gamecocks will live in perfect harmony together it you do not put a hen with them; and so it would have been with Billy and Bob, had there been no women in the world.

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

He hadn't abused alcohol, but had spent almost four years sitting in a chair drinking jug wine around the clock and looking, variously, at the wall, the window blind, and the TV screen.

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else.

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

I'm not someone who can be depended one five days a week. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday? I don't even get out of bed five days in a row-I often don't remember to eat five days in a row. Reporting to a workplace, where I should need to stay for eight hours-eight big hours outside my home- was unfeasible.

If she's sad or upset or angry, she needs to be alone-she fears a man dismissing her womanly tears.

Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder.

I lack formal education. So I'm left with the feeling that I'm smarter than everyone around me but that if I ever got around really smart people—people who went to universities and drank wine and spoke Latin—that they'd be bored as hell by me. It's a lonely way to go through life.

I don't feel like Nick's wife. I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

He Giving Treed me out of existence.

I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine. Indulgent afternoon daydreaming: A shotgun, my mouth, a bang and my head jerking once, twice, blood on the wall. Spatter, splatter.

When we got home, she'd trail off to her room like an unfinished sentence, and I would sit outside with my face pressed against her door and replay the day in my head, searching for clues to what I'd done to displease her.

A town so small, you tripped over people you hated every day.