Quotes About Isolation

I found myself in a place that was thorny, but because I was so used to being there, it bore out certain twisted sensations of comfort. It's a place called «alone».

The hero's journey requires us to find our uniqueness. We simply cannot do that without enough solitude to find out who we are.

For some, religion is the cement that seals shut their door on the world

Sheets of sleet hurtled themselves against the windows, clattering like the tapping of devilish fingers upon the glass.

Over time, alcohol seeps into your soul. It changes you—what you care about, what you are capable of. It rots you from the inside. It can alienate you from love itself.

So little goes with the body of a man. So much is left behind.

Time was when my little feet were the only ones welcome in the establishment, from the chorus girls' dressing room to the owners' penthouse. However, the newcomer—who has no obvious attractions other than the dubious ability to scream like a harem of Siamese in heat at odd hours of the night—is the center of an epidemic of cooing that leaves myself cold.

Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen did not contribute to the discussion. He merely crossed these idiots off his list of possible friends.

She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.

People are so lonely, they spend their birthdays on the Internet, thanking people for wishing them a happy birthday, people who only know it's their birthday because Facebook told them.

and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if she's gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.

You are a monster, deathly, solipsistic to the bone and you're blasphemous because all you want is You

I hate it here... ...Everyday is actually three days, a freezing morning, a blistering day, and a cool night. You need a lot of clothes. And every day is the same day, which is why it's important to hang a calendar. I see why people move here and wake up one day scratching their heads, wondering when they turned forty or what year it is.

They're in their own world, where good things happen, a quarter mile and a million light years away.

That's why you leave the windows open. You don't know how to be alone with yourself. And if you block out the world, there you'd be.

Real blues shut you down and shut you up.

phones have made it so easy to be friends without ever having to see your friends and that's one good thing about today. One.

If you live alone, you'd be a fucking masochistic freak to buy an opaque shower curtain.

In his depraved mind, power would be the inability to connect with anyone. It would mean rising above the need for affection, for human touch.

The internet has eliminated so much wonder and romance.

You don't know how to be alone with yourself. And if you block out the world, there you'd be.

The fear of an unknown never resolves, because the unknown expands infinitely outward, leaving you to cling pitifully to any small shelter of the known: a cracker has twelve calories; the skin, when cut, bleeds.

My unhappiness precluded all else; unhappiness is a kind of narcissism, in which nothing that does not resonate with your unhappiness can interest you.

Recovering alcoholics often talk about drinking "the way they wanted to" when they were alone, drinking without the feeling of social restraint they might have had at a party or in a restaurant. There's something almost childlike about the need, and about the language we use to describe it: wanting our bottles, wanting to crawl into that dark room in our minds and curl up and be alone with our object of security.