Quotes About Isolation

Jess went into the loo at the far end, locked herself in, sat down, and dropped her head into her hands. She imagined the sight that must have greeted Mr. Powell when he made his unexpected return to his office. A huge brown stain on his carpet, plus several small red ones (from the pasta). Two socks, one containing pasta and one soaked with brown liquid, lying on the floor. Two shoes, probably smelly, just kicked off anywhere.

I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.

But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed.

To be alone, and without gods, this—this it is, is Death," Hölderlin puts into Empedocles's mouth in the play and maybe in this we can trace the first whisper of the gigantic tragedy that Nietzsche would articulate in the death of God.

It was three o'clock in the morning. A time when frail people die.

Had a note from Mr Cherry asking me when I can resume my paper round. I sent a note back to say that due to my mother's desertion I am still in a mental state. This is true. I wore odd socks yesterday without knowing it. One was red and one was green. I must pull myself together. I could end up in a lunatic asylum.

I have realised I have never seen a dead body or a real female nipple. This is what comes of living in a cul-de-sac.

Uneasily, I looked on the desk for a note or other evidence of her last time in the shop. But there was nothing, and the store telephone had no blinking lights promising messages, because the power was off.

I understand you've chosen to live this way." But Perveen remained concerned about how little contact they had with others—and not even a telephone for emergencies.

They were always comparing themselves to the outside world, which none of them had ever seen, declaring themselves the best. This insistence on "best" seemed strangely childlike, and the words best and greatest were used so frequently that they gradually lost their meaning.

The entire country was like a linguistic and cultural Galápagos.

If the family is where we first learn about ourselves and others, it is also often the cradle of misidentity and isolation. Our false fronts, the insincere roles we adopt to survive, the ways the "victims" of loss endure and recover, combined with our interpretations (affecting both the images that appear to us and how we ourselves are perceived), the early influences that give shape to sexuality--these are the shards that each of sorts and reassembles and, finally, must pour our lives from.

I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.

I feel myself shriveling along with my world, getting smaller and harder. I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But if this is how I'm going to last forever, then I don't want to.

I could just stay there, in the place where I was always different. For years...I held myself apart. I will not commit to you. Though I am here, my real life is elsewhere. It was the only stance I knew how to take.

around her lonely apartment, she decided to pack up and go back to Alpine Grove.

Maybe it is selfish of me to want the sea for myself, to want the waves rushing only for me, to want every word strung into jagged loops of poetry to flow from my only tongue, but the world has emptied me out ; what is more filling than the sea who continues to drown itself

There wasn't much good to say about the voyage. Five weeks in, with no land in sight, the scanty provisions began to run out. This was a concern for passengers, and also for sailors who were traditionally promised a gallon of beer a day as part of their sailing wages. They could do without food; they could not do without drink.

In space … no one can hear your bad jokes.

Why is solitude so fucking hard to achieve?

I did not have the moments of so-called normal people during adolescence, like going out with friends, enjoying good times.

I usually sob in 'Scandal,' and I don't even know what it is. I just sob. 'Cause I usually watch it alone, too, and I'll binge-watch it.

I don't have the best family life. I'm not going to have a sob story and be like, my parents abandoned me, because they didn't. But they also are not that present. When I'm alone, I'm alone. I don't have anybody to call, and so I have to create meaning from myself.

I wouldn't say I'm that social... I'm either sailing my boat by myself or living in some small place.