Quotes About Isolation

There's all these ways to instantly communicate - cars, computers, telephone and transportation - and even with all that, it's so hard to find people and have an honest communication with them.

We do not have the transportation infrastructure that all you in the lower 48 have. We don't have energy grids that tie us in.

We've fallen into a trap of ever-widening orbits of contact, and there is a total disregard for the present moment.

It's funny how the same thing a man loves, is the same thing that he hates. What makes me stand out as a woman is that I have nonnegotiable principles, strength, and faith in my people. From the time that we shared you seemed to love that, admire it, even. Now you hate it because my ways have isolated you. The truth is, you've isolated yourself.

Kako joj objasniti zatvoreni svijet u kojem živim, to da sam ja problem, uzrok nesre?e ljudi oko mene?

Usamljenost je bila gora od boli, pomislila je, usamljenost u koju ju je bol zarobila i na koju je bila osu?ena ?itavog života.

Ništa ne objašnjavaj, kažem sama sebi, ljudi te ionako ne?e razumjeti, bilo zato što su glupi, bolo zato što im nije stalo, naj?eš?e ovo drugo.

I wish I could have written to you about something transparent and as light as the feeling that photograph of the empty room gives me, but then I'd be sending you something else -- that would be poetry. I realize that I only have words and that, from time to time, as I hold them in my arms I am less lonely.

You could say, in a vulgar Freudian way, that I am the unhappy child who escapes into books. Even as a child, I was most happy being alone. This has not changed.

It's about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don't say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway.

I couldn't see anything. There was nothing in me, and nothing outside of me... I had no reason.

Grief made me blind and I thought that only I had suffered at the hands of death.

If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me.

I would always be lonely, but no more alone.

A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.

He's used to the freedom of neglect; he likes it.

I felt dry as if someone had skinned me. I was not the bones and meat, but the cast-aside skin. The heat had hollowed me.

But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dust floating in the air that can only be seen when a shaft of light hits it.

But Lunch Isn't That Bad, Really Once I get used to having to eat with two people instead of one. Two people who have known each other for such a long time that they practically speak in code. Two people who are always saying, "Remember the time when this happened?" and "Remember the time when that happened?" (Which, of course, I never do, because I wasn't there.) Well, okay, it is that bad. It sucks, even.

I think it's easy for people to assume that fame is equal to glory, but it can be a very isolating experience.

Nine out of ten introverts agree: The telephone is the tool of the devil.

Look at us. One bleeding body, one corpse, and a husk who's been half dead for years. No one who took an objective look at this room could think it was anything but too late, Ruth. For all of us.

I've been alone with my thoughts for too long; I'm starting to feel unreal.

There comes a point in most cases—and by no means only those in which Hercule Poirot has involved himself—when one starts to feel that it would be a greater comfort, and actually no less effective, to talk only to oneself and dispense with all attempts to communicate with the outside world.