Quotes About Isolation

Up here on this forgotten elbow of land, I have nothing to lose, and though I am more afraid now than I have ever been, I am relieved, I am unburdened, I am ascending.

Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself - who have felt the same way we have, who have occupied the rooms we find ourselves locked in at various points of our lives.

adrift in private thoughts, anchored to the world by unfamiliar shadows.

Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in the universe, except that everyone else is still here. — Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After . (Harper Perennial; Original edition July 5, 2011)

there was just herself to count on. That was a sad indictment of her life.

I'll tell you what's real. Real is that I was in jail for the past year, rooming with drug dealers and eating crap food your dog wouldn't touch. Real is not being able to wear your own frickin' underwear and showering with twenty-five other dicks every day while guards watch. Real is my next-door neighbor who walks like she's balancing on stilts because her leg is so fucked up from the accident. Brian, your perception of reality is totally off.

Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.

The afflicted are not listened to. They are like someone whose tongue has been cut out and who occasionally forgets the fact. When they move their lips no ear perceives any sound. And they themselves soon sink into impotence in the use of language, because of the certainty of not being heard.

The world is the closed door. It is a barrier. And at the same time it is the way through. Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but it is also their means of communication. … Every separation is a link.

No, you don't know what it's like When nothing feels all right You don't know what it's like To be like me To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one's there to save you No, you don't know what it's like Welcome to my life

Everyone's screaming, I try to make a sound, But no one hears me

To be on the edge of breaking down And no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's like... Welcome to my life

His eyes were narrowed as he spoke, bitten a little with perplexity at the uselessness of being right against the world.

Better to live with one sheep, than be crowded with wolves.

Shield your heart from being stabbed, by giving it to no one.

Stand alone if you have to, it's ok.

And behind their frail partitions Business women lie and soak, Seeing through the draughty skylight Flying clouds and railway smoke. Rest you there, poor unbelov'd ones, Lap your loneliness in heat, All too soon the tiny breakfast, Trolley-bus and windy street!

My experience of ships is that on them one makes an interesting discovery about the world. One finds one can do without it completely.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude.

Like to an hermit poor in place obscure,I mean to spend my days of endless doubt,To wail such woes as time cannot recure,Where none but Love shall ever find me out.

Shall I, like a hermit, dwellOn a rock or in a cell?

To sit in solemn silence in a dull dark dock,In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block.

Like most people confined to an institution, she had been divested of a past life.

Supuse que aquella entereza la llevaba en la sangre, como un rasgo escandinavo heredado de una larga estirpe de personas que sabían sufrir solas.