Quotes About Isolation

I feel naked, suddenly tiny. My mouth tastes metallic, then it gets worse. My vision: a winter road. But I'm left with one comforting thought: I am rich—millions are not.

I never liked anyone and I'm afraid of people

It's just strange, he agrees, staring out the window, lost. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then... Kimball stops, fails to complete the sentence. Nothing, I sigh, nodding. "People just... disappear, he says. The earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, somewhat sadly, checking my Rolex.

People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles. This is the first thing I hear when I come back to the city. Blair picks me up from LAX and mutters this under her breath as her car drives up the onramp.

En cuanto me di cuenta de que estaba completamente solo comprendí, sólo entonces, que tenía problemas graves. Mi actitud nostálgica con respecto a la fama y las drogas -el placer de comadecerme a mí mismo- se había transformado en tristeza y el futuro ya no me parecía ni remotamente plausible. Solamente una cosa parecía correr hacia mí: una negrura, una tumba, el final

And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel my flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable - I simply am not there.

conversation continued. I was the one who felt his frustration and the betrayal. He actually pushed away from

will eventually find myself an isolated misanthrope

On this particular expedition, we shall travel to a vast desolate, white expanse stretching onward to the horizon in all directions... A place where you could gain nothing or lose everything and no one would ever know. A place well-beyond that which you think you understand.

I hardly ever read the paper or watch television. I usually don't know what's going on in the world. You'd be amazed how little difference it makes to your life on most days.

The old man wasn't quite gone yet. His lungs gurgled. Rudy was hungry. He checked the refrigerator and found a recent deli bag of sliced turkey. He sat on the bed, finished the turkey, and watched the traffic crawling on the street outside as he waited for Keyes to die.

environment where students could develop their mental skills through hours of uninterrupted meditation. Gilbertus had chosen this inhospitable area with a specific purpose in mind. He believed the danger and isolation would help focus the

The haughty do but build castle walls behind which they try to hide their doubts and fears.

I should never have loved him . . I should never love anyone because it ends up being worse than being alone.

I close my eyes.. think of how beautiful it would be if someone came to find me.. if I froze in the snow with angel wings pressed into the ground.. my lips a pretty purple-blue.. my eyelids pink and my skin pale.. how beautiful they would say I was.. how perfect.

You and me little buddy...adrift in an ocean of estrogen

The whole point of having enemies abroad is getting to ignore the once back home.

I mean, what's the sense in being a hero when there's no one left to save? Oh

Take a bridge away, and people become islands. That's what has happened in this country now. The bridges that used to exist between us have been swamped and destroyed. Those bridges are overrun. They are burned down and blasted. And now, all across America, every day is post-Hurricane Katrina.

Stop thinking about the fact that the world has turned against you and the irony is you shouldn't even be here. You should have died sixty years ago. They should have left you in that block of ice. They should have left you as a memory, as a symbol of peace and freedom. Instead of what they're turning you into: a war criminal. A refuregee.

When the King is mad, it is an honor to be an exile.

For years mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that "unless you love yourself, no one else will love you."…The truth is, you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation

The truth is, you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation.

First, creativity thrives on isolation and disconnection. Studies of creativity for two decades have found a consistent pattern: Those facing adversity often suffer from social exclusion, a sense of being ostracized from society, and a feeling of being out of sync or out of touch with those around them. These attitudes, in turn, give these individuals more freedom to take risks, to experiment, to explore means of expression outside the social mainstream.