Quotes About Isolation

Every man must, in a measure, be alone in the world. No heart was ever cast in the same mould as that which we bear within us.

Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.

I am more exempt and more distant than any man in the world

The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.

North was only a direction indicated by a compass--if a man had one, that is, for otherwise there was no north or south or east or west; there was only the brooding desolation.

It tires me to talk to rich men. You expect a man of millions, the head of a great industry, to be a man worthhearing; but as a rule they don't know anything outside their own business.

Life's been good to me. Why am I so lonely and bored? I used to wonder why so many rich men commit suicide. I no longer wonder.

Only in intimate communion with solitude may man find himself. Solitude is good company and my architecture is not for those who fear or shun it.

The wolf pack will die when scattered by man, lonesome coyote survives.

Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

My reputation as a ladies' man was a joke that caused me to laugh bitterly through the ten thousand nights I spent alone.

Staring at the world through the bottom of a glass, all I see is a man who's fading fast.

Men don't even ask me out. I can't remember the last time I was asked out on a date, and I'm talking years here. I spend my life more and more alone.

City life is no life for a country man; for such a man that life is a kind of damnation in itself.

No man was ever more than about nine meals away from crime or suicide.

Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.

A man without scenery is completely disarmed.

I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.

Men's legs have a terribly lonely life - standing in the dark in your trousers all day.

There is nothing in the desert and no man needs nothing.

Out in the ocean, a rope is put around the man's neck. The other end of the rope is attached to an old jukebox and it is thrown overboard. The man invariably follows.

In solitude the lonely man is eaten up by himself, among crowds by the many.

All problems have to be solved eventually by ONESELF, and that's where all your lovely John Donne stuff turns out to be a load of crap because, in the last analysis, A MAN IS AN ISLAND.

I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger Consciousness Deliberately face-.