Quotes About Isolation

I think that maybe inside any business, there is someone slowly going crazy.

He felt very lonely, yet there was a kind of pride in his loneliness.

Es gibt viele Arten von Einsamkeit, aber Momo erlebte eine, die wohl nur wenige Menschen kennengelernt haben, und die wenigsten mit solcher Gewalt.

Cô Ä'Æ¡n chính là má»™t l?i nguy?n Ä'è lên mày ngá»™p th?, má»™t bi?n c? khi?n mày ch?t Ä'u?i, má»™t sá»± d?n v?t khi?n mày khô héo. Mày Ä'ã b? lo?i ra kh?i m?i ng??i.

One day, you don't feel like doing anything. Nothing interests you, everything bores you. Feel more and more empty inside, more and more dissatisfied with yourself and the world in general. Then even that feeling wears off, and you don't feel anything anymore. You become completely indifferent to what goes on around you. You forget how to laugh and cry - you're cold inside and incapable of loving anything or anyone. There's no going back. The disease has a name. It's called deadly tedium.

There are many kinds of loneliness, but Momo experienced one that only very few people know of, and that even fewer have experienced to the extent that Momo did. She felt like she was imprisoned in a treasure trove filled with priceless riches that continued to grow in number, threatening to suffocate her.

Ama bu adam?, ÅŸimdiye kadar dinlediÄŸi insanlar? anlad??? gibi anlamas? olanaks?zd?. Öteki insanlar?n sanki ruhlar?na s?zar, onlar? anlard?. Ancak bu misafirle bu iÅŸ olmuyordu. Her denemeye kalk??t???nda, bir karanl??a, bir boÅŸluÄŸa dal?yor gibi oluyordu. Sanki kar??s?nda hiç kimse yokmuÅŸ gibiydi. Böyle bir ÅŸey ba??na hiç gelmemiÅŸti.

Ba?kalar?yla payla??lmayan zenginlikler insan? mahvediyordu.

In the end, it was only a few months that passed this way, and yet it was the longest period of time that Momo had ever lived through. Time can't simply be measured with a clock and a calendar, just as words alone can't describe the kind of loneliness Momo knew in these months.

He felt lonely. His solitude was thrown into relief by being observed.

Eugen Bleuler (who in 1911 coined the word 'schizophrenia') once said that in the end his patients were stranger to him than the birds in his garden. But if they're strangers to us, what are we to them? (26)

In fact this bad baronet died true to the conditions of his kind--mysteriously in his library, at midnight, while a great deal of snow was falling.

My grandfather was hurt but none of us could get inside of him not the doctor not pictures not his sister or daughter or any of his grandchildren to make it stop.

The effect on James of being ignored by the people who stood to benefit the most from his work was to distance himself even further from those people.

Icelanders are among the most inbred human beings on earth—geneticists often use them for research.

supernatural gift, but it was a matter as much of his limitations as of his strengths. He could see human society in ways that most businessmen could not, because he was not very much a part of it. And consciously or not, by retiring to his floating island, he preserved this precious limitation.

The first SARS outbreak had ended because those infected had been isolated quickly and prevented from infecting others. Those capable of infecting others were easy to identify because they were so obviously ill. There were few, if any, asymptomatic spreaders.

The first SARS outbreak had ended because those infected had been isolated quickly and prevented from infecting others. Those capable of infecting others were easy to identify because they were so obviously ill. There were few, if any, asymptomatic spreaders. The virus had not vanished, however. "It's still out there," said Joe. "It didn't come from outer space. There's a very meaningful probability that it can arise again.

Maybe because there are so few Icelanders in the world, we know next to nothing about them. We assume they are more or less Scandinavian—a gentle people who just want everyone to have the same amount of everything. They are not. They have a feral streak in them, like a horse that's just pretending to be broken.

The deeper he got into his medical career, the more Burry felt constrained by his problems with other people in the flesh. He briefly tried to hide in pathology, where the people had the decency to be dead, but that didn't work.

Cross-legged on the floor, you drink, hoping each mouthful will hurt; occasional flurries of spastic movement as you try to work out what to do with your hands. When everyone else is gone, your world is just a tiny box with the walls pressing in. Messages on the phone you can't bear to play, much less listen to, and nothing in the apartment that you can recognize as meaningfully yours.

The light of life shines up from your birth, and I'd left so much in the way that I had stood for years in twilight, isolated and alone while the person I'd once been still stamped and raved, blocking the light and poisoning the sun.

We would all be better off dead, useless eaters of the lotus that we are.

We were all serious readers, sitting on wooden chairs at rows of lecterns, turning the pages, united in mutual love of isolation.