Quotes About Isolation

We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.

We had been told in Bangor of a man who lived alone, a sort of hermit, at that dam [on the Allegash], to take care of it, who spent his time tossing a bullet from one hand to the other, for want of employment. This sort of tit-for-tat intercourse between his two hands, bandying to and fro a leaden subject, seems to have been his symbol for society.

Nuestras casas son una propiedad tan aparatosa que a menudo estamos más encerrados que alojados en ellas.

I never found the companion that was so companionable than solitude.

This whole earth which we inhabit is but a point in space. How far apart, think you, dwell the two most distant inhabitants of yonder star, the breadth of whose disk cannot be appreciated by our instruments? Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky Way?

Wir sind meistens einsamer, wenn wir uns unter Menschen begeben, als wenn wir in unseren Zimmern bleiben.

Khi s?ng trong r?ng, tôi có nhi?u khách hÆ¡n b?t kì th?i gian nào khác trong ??i tôi. Trong khía c?nh này, b?n bè tôi ???c sàng l?c Ä'Æ¡n thu?n ch? do tôi s?ng cách xa thành ph?.

Per la maggior parte, noi siamo più soli quando usciamo tra gli uomini che quando restiamo in camera nostra. Un uomo che pensi o lavori è sempre solo – lasciatelo stare dove vuole. La solitudine non è misurata dalle miglia di distanza che si frappongono fra un uomo e il suo prossimo

priznam, da sem osupel ob mo?i vzdržljivosti - da sploh ne omenjam moralne neob?utljivosti - svojih sosedov, ki se tedne, mesece, da celo leta, za ves dan zapirajo v svoje trgovine in pisarne. Ne vem, iz kakšne snovi so, da lahko ob treh popoldan sedijo tamkaj, kakor da bi bila ura tri zjutraj.

It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live. The value of a man is not in his skin, that we should touch him.

The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation.

WHEN I WROTE THE FOLLOWING PAGES, OR RATHER THE BULK OF THEM, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. At present I am a sojourner in civilized life again.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A

I want a whole continent to breathe in, and a good deal of solitude and silence, such as all Wall Street cannot buy, — nor Broadway with its wooden pavement. I must live along the beach, on the southern shore, which looks directly out to sea, — and see what that great parade of water means, that dashes and roars, and has not yet wet me, as long as I have lived.

Henry David Thoreau

What is left to Lust when its cravings at last subside, as subside in the end they will? It is alone. It has died. It has made no bonds and is in the desert that it has made, with no longer even a craving.

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

She often wondered indeed if she ever had been, or ever could be, intimate with anyone.

he uttered the cry of a creature hurled over an abyss...

We were alone with the quiet day, and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped.

The terrace and the whole place, the lawn and the garden beyond it, all I could see of the park, were empty with a great emptiness.

the passion of love separated its victim terribly from everyone but the loved object.

I keep a band of music in my ante-room, he said once to her. It has orders to play without stopping; it renders me two excellent services. It keeps the sounds of the world from reaching the private apartments, and it makes the world think that dancing's going on within.

She existed in that view wholly for the small house in Chelsea; the moral of which moreover, of course, was that the more one gave oneself the less of one was left. There were always people to snatch at one, and it would never occur to them that they were eating one up. They did that without tasting.