Quotes About Isolation

Dovevate starvene seduti a casa, sul culo...

I can be by myself because I'm never lonely, I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and Infinity and Eternity seem to take a liking to the likes of me.

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

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.

Perché io mi posso permettere quel lusso di essere abbandonato, anche se io abbandonato non lo sono mai, io sono soltanto solo per poter vivere in una solitudine popolata di pensieri, perché io sono un po' uno spaccone dell'infinito e dell'eternità e l'infinito e l'eternità forse hanno un debole per le persone come me.

The world is full of fools; and he who would not wish to see one, must not only shut himself up alone, but must also break his looking-glass.

Bo widzisz, najgorsz? samotno?ci? nie jest ta, która otacza cz?owieka, ale ta pustka w nim samym.

We were inhabiting a space where it didn't feel like we had much company, a space critics might dismiss as a compromised middle, but I imagined as a radical center.

a girl who's talked about has a weakness that's often a fatal one." "What is it?" "It's this: when she's talked about she isn't there.

I am caught like a beast at bay.Somewhere are people, freedom, light,But all I hear is the baying of the pack,There is no way out for me.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy.To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently

In secluding himself too much from society, an author is in danger of losing that intimate acquaintance with life which is the only sure foundation of power in a writer.

To be without sympathy is to be alone in the world--without friends or country, home or kindred.

almost every technology that has connected people who live apart has also created new barriers between people who live close together.

Fuzz Pellet Josh sat alone. His head was tilted down, his hair hanging in front of his face like a curtain. His expression—and Grace guessed that he only had this one—was sullen. He bit into the taco as if it insulted his favorite grunge group. The earphones were jammed into place.

The whole place had a feel and aura about as warm as a cold sore.

An old man hobbled by, his prescription bag death-gripped between his gnarly hand and the top of his walker. He glared at Adam, or maybe that was just the way he looked at the world now. Adam

He started to feel better. Or to say the same thing in another way: He started to feel less. His eyes slowly swerved from side to side. He felt, as he did in most places, slightly out of place—a spy in enemy territory. He was not really comfortable anywhere anymore—his old softer world or his new hardened one. So he straddled both. Truth was, he was only comfortable—pitiful as it sounded—when he was with Olivia. Damn

Technology did more than depersonalize; it ripped your life wide open, gutted you, stripped away any pretense of privacy.

Grace kept it vague. She trusted Cora, but she didn't want to have to trust her. Yeah, that made little sense. It was like this: If Grace's life were in jeopardy, she'd call Cora immediately. But if the kids were in danger . . . well, she'd hesitate. The scary thing was, she probably trusted Cora more than anybody, which was to say that she had never felt more isolated in her life.

If prison teaches you one thing, it's how to deaden yourself. You show nothing. Ever. You never allow yourself anything, even an emotion, because it will either be exploited or taken away.