Quotes About Isolation

Terrible, dreepy, dark February weather I remember, and the worst, most frightened days of my life.

A savage sense entered me, of being of such small account in the world that I wasn't to be helped, that priest and woman and man had put out an edict that I wasn't to be helped, I was to be left to the elements, just as I was, a walking animal, forsaken. Maybe it was then that some part of me leapt away from myself, something fled from my brain, I don't know.

Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded about it.

From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally preferred her own company to anyone else's. She read books at enormous speed and judged them entirely on her ability to remove her from her material surroundings. In almost all the unhappiest days of her life she had been able to escape from her own inner world by living temporarily in someone else's, and on the two or three occasions that she had been too upset to concentrate she had been desolate.

Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.

Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

Mitten im Nirgendwo.

Anxiety eats into the soul and hollows people out from the inside.

Now he couldn't hear a thing. No breathing. No scraps of sentences. Not even crackling any more. Nothing. And for the first time, he realised that silence can inflict pain in a way that even the loudest of noises cannot

In effect, humans have dragged a body with a long hominid history into an overfed, malnourished, sedentary, sunlight-deficient, sleep-deprived, competitive, inequitable, and socially-isolating environment with dire consequences." The

It may be worth considering whether middle-class American life—for all its material good fortune—has lost some essential sense of unity that might otherwise discourage alienated men from turning apocalyptically violent.

There is nothing in the whole world so painful as feeling that one is not liked.

books are the arms which murder isolation, drive away loneliness, fulfill a friend's company.

And in fact, I am a foreigner everywhere in the world: as soon as I leave my home, I step into a void.

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.

The old queen had failed them so miserably... She was such a bitter disappointment. But Ursula was different. There was no one to distract her, no one for her to love. She was alone in the world, alone in her grief, and alone with her pain. No, she wouldn't disappoint them. Unlike the old queen, Ursula would be able to fill her heart with hate.

Because she didn't love herself. She feared rejection because she was so unlike anyone she'd ever known. She was so full of fear that she sequestered herself away.

I think it was because no one loved her." "Why?" asked the child. "Because she didn't love herself. She feared rejection because she was so unlike anyone she'd ever known. She was so full of fear that she sequestered herself away.

Un somn cosmic care îl ap?ra de moarte, îl situa în afara oric?rei scurgeri de timp... O uitare puternica printr-o retragere a timpului, undeva în golul spa?iului.

Loneliness, dejection, the contempt or pity of people around you--these are unpleasant feelings. But they are precisely the things that produce genuine Dark Ones.

I feel like a ghost wandering in a world grown alien. I cannot cast out the old way of writing and I cannot acquire the new. I have made an intense effort to feel the musical manner of today, but it will not come to me.

A la pérdida del olfato (una cosa terrible, vi un documental sobre el tema el otro día. Vera, Vera, vamos, Vera, vení). A la policía. A los estadios de fútbol. A las tormentas eléctricas. A la soledad. A las muchedumbres. A la violencia. A la vejez. Al sida, al cáncer (entra en enfermedad). A la impotencia (¿entra en soledad?). A los ladrones. A la electricidad. A sufrir (entran todos los miedos juntos y se agrega el amor).

Caí en la cuenta de que no tenía amigos (yo no tenía amigos). Los había perdido, había dejado de verlos, de llamarlos, de interesarme por ellos.

El que vive aislado busca su propio deseo, contra todo consejo se encoleriza" (Proverbios 18:1 La Biblia de las Américas).