Quotes About Isolation

In general, you know that I am completely isolated from society and am unaware of all the recently adopted directives regarding the press.

The egocentricity which motivated it was not that of the spoiled, but of the too little spoiled; the lonely. Had she been an artist she would have painted a self-portrait; instead she decorated two rooms, charging them with objects which some visitor, some day, would recognize and understand. And through that understanding he would divine all the capacities and longings she had found in herself and was unable to communicate.

I've felt as if I didn't exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can't imagine how much alone I've been all my life.

I have nobody in the world. I'll kill myself. That's best. Everyone will say, It's for the best that she killed herself, she's better off dead . . . I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it . . .

How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.

I don't think I can marry, I'm not fit for it, I'm not real enough. That's the trouble. I'm a puppet that's realised what's wrong with itself and it's horrible . I'm propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I'm propped up crying in a corner.

He felt misery, loneliness, a terrible need for love.

But now more often the old stale hopeless weariness overcame him: the black sickness which almost no one else , certainly not his nearest dearest friends, could understand at all . The idea of giving up the world, which had given him for a time so much life-energy, appeared now as a sort of fake suicide, a ghastly play-image of his death. This fatal falseness-of-heart was what perhaps Father Damien, on further acquaintance, had now seen in him.

I have no close friends, that is, no friends.

I'll never be happy, how can you love me, I'm awful, I'm covered with spiders, I'm doomed .

All chances of happiness are gone from me. Just being with myself is hell all the time anyway.

The agony was of suddenly feeling herself so separate and so secret.

I must admit that I am in a state of utter wretchedness and have been for a long time. I didn't know that such extreme unhappiness could continue for so long.

You see, nobody cares about me except you. You don't know what that's like. You've always had people who cared. You've always had people . I've never had anybody. No wonder I feel frustrated.

He can do anything he likes and I'm so lonely, oh so lonely— And I put up with it because there was nothing else to do—

I crave for love, everybody does . . . and I've never had a bloody crumb of it—and I've given so much love to people—I can really love people, I can, I let them walk over me—but nobody's ever loved me.

He felt himself falling into a state, very common when he was younger, of being totally cut off from the society he was in.

You see, I'm not mad, I suffer from depression. It's not like ordinary misery. It's like dying of boredom. It's black .

I could not see other human beings at present.

Sometimes I just feel so shut in, with all those people and they've all got something while I've got nothing.

The whole extraordinary business was over. And I was back where I belonged, where my childhood had condemned me to be, alone, out in the cold without a coat.

But I can't do anything for him and he can't do anything for me. We must wail in our own corners.

I am out of the saga, he thought. He had a heavy sense of being left in total isolation; everyone had withdrawn from him and the person who could most have helped him was pre-empted by another.

I had the illusion of conversing with a fellow being without a barrier, without a steel door, without a black hood over my head . . . I have never, I think, impressed upon you how almost impossible I find it to communicate with anybody.