Quotes About Isolation

Laika," she would say, "the first dog in space. She died of heat and stress after a few hours. She was rescued from an animal center, she must have thought she was going to a home, to a family, and instead they sent her to the loneliest death in the world.

More and more these days, he had noticed, he felt like a visitor from another planet. Or the past. Sometimes Jackson thought that the past wasn't just another country, it was a lost continent somewhere

Some people were complete in themselves, as if born from the earth or the ocean, like some of the gods. Which was not a compliment. The gods were ruthlessly indifferent to humanity.

Sylvie's children really only came into focus for her when in isolation. Together, they were an unwieldy flock, singly they had character.

For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.

Man is lonely mainly because he has been disconnected from the Divine presence.

I am now a man of despair, rejected, abandoned, shut up in this iron cage from which there is no escape.

He's the type of man who will end up dying in his own arms.

What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.

It is - last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms.

Men don't live well by themselves. They don't even live like people. They live like bears with furniture.

The life of a solitary man will be certainly miserable, but not certainly devout.

I truly love our Code of Chivalry. We are taught that noblemen must take everything and say nothing. Noblemen must stand alone. Well, we're men, and men aren't born to stand alone.

But separate a man from his car - that's inhuman.

The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies.

I just know that every man I kill the farther away from home I feel.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

Thank God you can flee, can escape from that massy five-foot-thick maggot-cheesy solidarity which overlays the earth, in which men and women in couples are ranked like ninepins.

To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. That is freedom. That and nothing else.

The modern idea of a Great Man is one who stands at the lonely extremity of some single line of development--

Tongues wrangled dark at a man. He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone. In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone.

For men, after a certain age, it gets hard to make new friends.

Full of men, vacant of friends.