Quotes About Isolation

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love.

If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it.

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

Do you know what our suicide rate would be if we didn't have television? Do you know how much happiness I've brought to people who couldn't get out of the house but could watch Love Boat?

Do you know what it's like to love and be alone?

God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.

We all know how important love is, yet how often is it really emoted or exhibited? What so many sick people in this world suffer from-loneliness, boredom and fear-can't be cured with a pill.

Whether we learn how to love ourselves and others will depend on the presence of a loving environment. Self-love cannot flourish in isolation.

It's these parallel universes when someone you love is sick. Your world is this completely foreign place involving radiation and tumor markers. Outside, people are buying sweaters.

If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?

Drying up in conversation You will be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces You just sit there wishing you could still make love.

Hell is not to love anymore.

All shall love me and despair.

I love the process of being alone in a room.

Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.

no reason to mention my peculiarities, my wandering in the maze these many years, shut away from sight. and from love, too.

Loneliness is not being alone, It's loving others to no avail.

If one didn't have love, was it better, then, to be alone?

Let him love none and be by none beloved!

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

I felt so full of love for everything. But at the same time, I felt so hung out there to dry, like nobody could ever understand. I felt so alone in this world, and so loved at the same time.