Quotes About Isolation

I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes were open and I was alone - terribly alone in a world without God and without (hu)man(ity).

How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope?

Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up here alone.

A man by himself is in bad company.

Vaguely at first, then more distinctly, I realized that man is an eternal stranger on this planet.

All men of honor are alone.

The man whom society will not forgive nor restore is driven into recklessness.

In his lonely solitude, the solitary man feeds upon himself; in the thronging multitude, the many feed upon him. Now choose.

But gamblers know how a man can sit for almost twenty-four hours at cards, without looking to right, or to left.

Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch

To every man it is decreed: Thou shalt live alone. Happy they who imagine that they have escaped the common lot; happy, whilst they imagine it.

Lord! what a strange world in which a man cannot remain unique even by taking the trouble to go mad!

The audience falls in love with a leading man because he'll never belong to any of them.

I am the odd man out in the family.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.

Perhaps she drives men away. Perhaps, without even being able to help herself, she just puts men into her ill-tempered car and drives them off: to quarries, dumps, small anonymous bodies of water.

The last man! Yes I may well describe that solitary being's feelings, feeling myself as the last relic of a beloved race, my companions extinct before me.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

The man in the street is always a stranger.

I am the wilderness lost in man.

But the touch or company of any man whatsoever stirreth up their heat, which in their solitude was hushed and quiet, and lay as cinders raked up in ashes.

An ancient father says that a dog we know is better company than a man whose language we do not understand.

London is like the grave in one respect -- any man can make himself at home there; and whenever a man finds himself homeless elsewhere, he had better either die or go to London.