Quotes About Isolation

Not belonging is a terrible feeling. It feels awkward and it hurts, as if you were wearing someone else's shoes.

The whole place seemed wrapped in isolated autumn silence.

Algunas personas simplemente no están destinadas a estar en esté mundo. Es demasiado para ellos.

I alone knew what I had suffered. I alone knew what it felt like to be alive but dead.

are psychopaths. They form cults around themselves, isolate cult members from their friends and family, teach that "sexual encounters" with the leader are both an honor and an occasion for spiritual enlightenment.

Even if a psychoanalytic understanding of one's life is potentially liberating—and I think it may be—psychoanalytic therapy, by itself, cannot overcome trauma, or human nature. Nor can psychological healing take place in isolation.

Lonely Places, then are the places that are not on international wavelengths, do not know how to carry themselves, are lost when it comes to visitors. They are shy, defensive, curious places; places that do not know how they are supposed to behave.

You wind back the clock several decades when you visit a Lonely Place; and when you touch down, you half expect a cabin attendant to announce, "We have now landed in Lonely Place's Down-at-Heels Airport, where the local time is 1943 and the temperature is...frozen.

Everywhere, in some lights, is a Lonely Place, just as everyone, at moments, is a solitary. Everyone sometimes dances madly when alone, or thumbs through secrets in a drawer. Everyone, at some times, is a continent of one.

The birds sang in the dust in an elaborate weave, ambiguous, deafening, prey to existence poor passions lost between the modest summits of groves of mulberry and elder; and I, like them, in secluded places reserved for the lost and pure, would wait for evening to fall, for the silent smells of fire and joyous misery to fill the air, for the Angelus bell to toll, veiled in the new peasant mystery fulfilled in the ancient mystery.

Io non ho il coraggio di alzare gli occhi e capisco che veramente sono peggio dell'edera, dove m'attacco muoio e forse c'ha ragione lui che non faccio altro che scaricargli addosso tutte le mie paranoie, cioè dire sempre, fai te che per me è lo stesso.

Magari arrivi che senti la tua solitudine farsi pesante ma è un gioco diverso ed essere soli fa molto più male in mezzo alla gente, allora sì che è doloroso e pungono le ossa e il respiro è davvero brutto, come vivere un trip scannato e troppo lungo.

E lui sa che per gli uomini la cosa più difficile è proprio stabilire un contatto con il mondo degli altri.

Human relations are becoming colder. Communications are becoming more hurried and impersonal. Values such as profit and efficiency are taking on greater importance at the expense of human warmth and genuine presence.

Man detaches himself from his surroundings; he feels alone; abandoned, ignorant of everything except that he knows nothing... His first feeling thus was existential anxiety, which may even have taken him to the limits of despair.

Pour lui, c'est le destin qui entre en gare. Il est seul au monde, fasciné par le train qui fonce sur lui, qui va quitter les rails, dévorer le quai, l'écraser contre le mur.

Un uomo solitario è un illusionista.

Il n'y a pas eu de jour dans ma vie, si plein et si heureux fût-il de la présence des êtres ou d'un être, et de mon adhésion riche et exubérante au monde immédiat, où je n'ai songé à la solitude, où je me sois arrangé pour lui faire la libation de quelques minutes, quand ca n'eût été que dans les cabinets, une cabine téléphonique, une salle de bains, un couloir où je m'attardais un instant plus qu'il ne convient à l'animal social.

Cette suprême solitude du suicide, c'était encore trop pour moi ; je préférais mourir avec tout le monde, m'engouffrer dans la mort avec une pleine charretée de copains, si dédaignés, si méprisés l'instant d'avant.

I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.

A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.

A person can't just drive around the North Slope, visit the locals, stop in at a burger joint. There are no locals, no burger joints, no houses, no cities, no churches.

The moon's a nice place to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there.

In the past, I've visited remote places - North Korea, Ethiopia, Easter Island - partly as a way to visit remote states of mind: remote parts of myself that I wouldn't ordinarily explore.