Quotes About Isolation

Who is everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

I'm particularly inspired by pristine locations. I enjoy working in areas where one can travel for miles without seeing any human influence.

The biggest kick I get is to communicate with those who are exiled from the game - in hospitals, homes, prisons - those who have seldom seen a game, who can't travel to a game, those who are blind.

You can be as earnest and ridiculous as you need to be, if you don't attempt it in isolation. The ridiculously earnest are known to travel in groups. And they are known to change the world.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road.

Well there's floodin' down in Texas. All of the telephone lines are down. Well, I've been tryin' to call my baby, Lord, and I can't get a single sound.

the loneliest place to be is a hotel room in a big city in early evening.

Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely, nothing else to do but close my mind. I sure hope the road don't come to own me, there's so many dreams I've yet to find. But you're so far away.

You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.

We are so many and many within themselves travel to far islands but no one asks for their story.

Living the rest of my life in Kerobokan, waiting to die, was what I had in front of me.

The more you get set into your own world, the smaller your world becomes.

Honestly, if I stay on this gruelling path, I'm going to end up as another suicide statistic.

New Yorkers are so impersonal if it wasn't for muggings there wouldn't be any contact at all!

Ask the dust on the road! Ask the Joshua trees standing alone where the Mojave begins. Ask them about Camilla Lopez, and they will whisper her name.

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?

I was a pebble. I was a leaf. I was the jagged branch of a tree. I was nothing to them and they were everything to me.

Sometimes I worked with just a background of a rock or a tree or black velvet, and just had to imagine the whole thing.

People bore me. Film people particularly bore me. I prefer talking to my trees

I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.