Quotes About Isolation

A lot of people think that when you serve on a multijudge court, it isn't lonely. But it's distinctly lonely. Certainly, being here has cut down on my social life. I think it's unfair to Mrs. Blackmun. There are not enough hours in the day for me to do some of the social things that she would like to do. I can't do both. I can't get ready for an argument session and go out nights. So in that respect, it's a little lonely, and it's lonely for her.

A man returns to die, between four walls, with the dawn, a collar of iron around the neck, to the withers, the tongue hanging ... as on the Goya print.

The sum of a man's problems come from his inability to be alone in a silent room.

All the miseries of mankind come from one thing, not knowing how to remain alone.

We shall die alone.

That winter he was invited to give a reading at the University of Massachusetts (Boston), but not a single person showed up. He sat in the silent lecture hall while his two sponsors gazed at their watches; finally Yates suggested they adjourn to a bar. He didn't seem particularly surprised.

Normal people never like me.

É o que têm os segredos, acabam por nos enlouquecer. Mas enlouquecem-nos mesmo. Isolam-nos dos outros. Separam-nos da nossa tribo. Acabam por nos destruir. A não ser que uma pessoa seja forte. A não ser que uma pessoa seja muito, muito forte.

She had no place on this earth. There was no place where she was comfortable, no place she could relax, no place where she felt safe.

It's like we've entered a separate reality. Like now it's just the two of us, nothing else matters, no one exists.

Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy, And in the withered fields where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain.

I never thought I'd die alone. Another six months I'll be unknown. Give all my things to all my friends. You'll never set foot in my room again. You'll close it off, board it up. Remember the time that I spilled the cup of apple juice in the hall? Please tell mom this is not her fault.

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

In darkness there is death.

Science and psychology have isolated the one prime cause for success or failure in life. It is the hidden self-image you have of yourself.

The Iraq war was fought by one-half of one percent of us. And unless we were part of that small group or had a relative who was, we went about our lives as usual most of the time: no draft, no new taxes, no changes. Not so for the small group who fought the war and their families.

There's one thing worse than being alone: wishing you were.

Världen vaknar enligt tidszon, men inte min människa, aldrig igen. Det här gör för ont för att ta i med ord.

Endless peace and a certain desolation – especially in the evenings. It's been stormy nearly all the time and out on the point the house has been thoroughly ventilated. Breakers all round and the weirdest illusory sensation of voices, steps and music in the wind. In particular, the acoustic phenomenon of rhythmic violin music when I want to sleep has been a bit disturbing. You become different and think new thoughts when you live a long time alone with the sea and yourself.

whichever of my friends was and is sensitive, touchy even, had to choose... emigration... and I emigrated inwardly, here to the pub for example...

It never ceased to amaze me, until suddenly one day I felt beautiful and holy for having had the courage to hold on to my sanity after all I'd seen and been through, body and soul, in too loud a solitude, and slowly I came to the realization that my work was hurtling me headlong into an infinite field of omnipotence.

and as I was saying, one won't have it easy with him, when Uncle Pepin worked the malt house, that son of mine took up with him, to not be at home, when dark came and we couldn't find him, he would be in the stables, at the troughs with oxen breathing down on him, happier hobnobbing with oxen than in his own home, as I say, one will not have it in any way easy with him.

y es que yo puedo permitirme el lujo de abandonarme porque nunca estoy abandonado, estoy solo para poder vivir en una soledad poblada de pensamientos,...

Îmi pot permite luxul de a fi p?r?sit,deÅŸi niciodat? nu sunt p?r?sit de fapt,sunt doar singur,ca s? pot tr?i în singur?tatea populat? de idei,pentru c? eu sunt puÅ£in l?ud?ros,un l?ud?ros al infinitului ÅŸi al eternit??ii,iar Infinitul ÅŸi Eternitatea au poate o sl?biciune pentru cei asemeni mie.