Quotes About Isolation

the reason being the enormous loneliness that differs just a shade and cut hair as you move across the Mississippi.

and to the south another vaster darker storm closing in like a pincer; but Hozomeen mountain stood there returning the attack with a surl of silence.

After all a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

O sad American night!

Qué se siente cuando uno se aleja de la gente y ésta retrocede en el llano hasta que se convierte en motitas que se desvanecen? Es que el mundo que nos rodea es demasiado grande, y es el adiós.

Down in Denver, down in Denver, all I did was die.

I was dealing in outblownness, cut-off-ness, snipped, blownoutness, putoutness, turned-off-ness, nothinghappens-ness, gone-ness, gone-out-ness, the snapped link.

As though all the world were a bad joke and she was the only one around who knew the punchline.

The dialogue is solo now. I don't talk. No matter who's in bed with me I never do. My thoughts slip off into nightmares sometimes but I don't share them. I have become now what I only began to be then—completely self-protective.

He was a man without a past, whose future was the imminent grave and whose present was a bitter fever of living.

He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial.

He was disappointed in it all. He had developed into an alien. As the steam beer had tasted raw, so their companionship seemed raw to him. He was too far removed. Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself. He had travelled in the vast realm of intellect until he could no longer return home. On the other hand, he was human, and his gregarious need for companionship remained unsatisfied. He had found no new home.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

They alone moved through the vast inertness. They alone were alive, and they sought for other things that were alive in order that they might devour them and continue to live.

He shook his fist angrily at the gleaming eyes, and began securely to prop his moccasins before the fire. 'An' I wisht this cold snap'd break,' he went on. 'It's been fifty below for two weeks now. An' I wisht I'd never started on this trip, Henry. I don't like the looks of it. I don't feel right, somehow. An' while I'm wishin', I wisht the trip was over an' done with, an' you an' me a-sittin' by the fire in Fort McGurry just about now an' playin' cribbage- that's what I wisht.'

Ben açken kimsenin umurunda deÄŸildim, ünlü olunca herkes kudurmuÅŸcas?na beni yemeÄŸe davet ediyor.

The clay of White Fang had been molded until he became what he was, morose and lonely, unloving and ferocious, the enemy of all his kind.

But remember, my reader, whom I hope to have travel far with me through time and space remember, please, my reader, that I have thought much on these matters that through bloody nights and sweats of dark that lasted years long I have been alone with my many selves to consult and contemplate my many selves.

the human soul is a lonely thing

Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself.

He could not endure a prolonged contact with another body.  It smacked of danger.  It made him frantic.  He must be away, free, on his own legs, touching no living thing. 

I'll tell you, 'Fire Walk With Me' is the one for 'Twin Peaks' fans. It's much more haunted than the TV series.

Also there is a twist to the story as I'm being haunted and driven crazy, attacked and so on. All I seem to do is run and scream and cry in every scene.

I couldn't talk to people face to face, so I got on stage and started screaming and squealing and twitching.