Quotes About Isolation

Es ist normal geworden, keine Wurzeln mehr zu haben. Nicht in Orten, nicht in Familien. Kein Grund, sich zu beklagen. Dafür leben wir heute länger. Wenn auch nicht ganz klar ist, wozu. (Der Mann schläft. Seite 74)

Isolation always perverts; when a man lives only among his own sort, he soon begins to believe that his sort are the best sort. This attitude breeds both the arrogance of the conservative and the bitterness of the radical.

Wherever he went he would be a stranger, for there was no home in the world for such as he.

Many great scientists and philosophers, among them René Descartes, Ludwig Wittgenstein, Immanuel Kant, Thorstein Veblen, Isaac Newton, and Albert Einstein, have had similarly strange and solitary personalities.

because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.

What I mean by depression isn't just the blues, it's not just like a hangover from the weekend,or the girl didn't show up or something like that" said Leonard describing the paralyzing darkness and anxiety he experienced. "It's kind of a mental violence that stops you functioning from one moment from the next" Leonard took the spending "a lot of time alone. Dying." He said "letting myself slowly die

She herself was a rape victim, attacked at a party when she was fifteen. It was 1963. Nobody talked about sex. Nobody talked about rape.

But Ruby understands now, this inclination. This desire to slip away. To seclude herself. She understands how it feels to be an island, separate from everyone else, surrounded by nothing but water. Even when she is with people (at school, at Izzy's house, at the pool), she is aware of how alone she is. Nobody can reach her, not really. She and her mother are more similar than different, but she doesn't know how to tell her mom this. What words might explain she understands.

She hears a zipper, and when she closes her eyes, she can almost see Ruby's hand reaching into her backpack, finding whatever book she is reading. She wonders what world she will slip into tonight and knows this ability is something she has given her: a genetic inheritance like her dark hair and Robert's green eyes. Because the only time Sylvie leaves the house anymore is through the paper portals of her novels.

Cut off from the Mediterranean by the desert which he had no means of crossing, and bounded elsewhere by oceans which he had no skill in navigating, the black man vegetated in savage obscurity, his habitat being well named the "Dark Continent." Until

He knew the anguish of the marrowThe ague of the skeleton;No contact possible to fleshAllayed the fever of the bone.

Dayadhvam: I have heard the keyTurn in the door once and turn once onlyWe think of the key, each in his prisonThinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Just when you think you're on the point of releaseFrom loneliness, then loneliness swoops down upon you.

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

I built my hut in a zone of human habitation,Yet near me there sounds no noise of horse or coach. Would you know how that is possible?A heart that is distant creates a wilderness around it.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

Ever been in Jail? No. But I'm often alone.

Well, there now,' sighed Miss Malvina. 'Everyone else can go off into the world, but we're doomed to stay here and live.

Paj?k zje?d?a na niewidocznej nici spod sufitu. Schud? biedak, zmizernia?, bo much coraz mniej. Wspó??yje tak ze mn? od wiosny. U?atwi?em mu swego czasu polowania. Zaprzyja?nili?my si? z konieczno?ci. On czemu? nie ma kolegów, a moi wyekspirowali.

Ma?o wychodzisz z domu - powiedzia?. - A tak. Jesie? mnie rozstraja. - Depresyjka? - Co? w tym rodzaju.