Quotes About Isolation

I feel like a stranger in my own world.

Anyone must remember that dad left when I was 3 years old. Mom and I lived out of the limelight. We lived a totally different life.

Being an only child, I didn't have any other family but my mom and dad really, since the rest of my family lived quite far away from London.

Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs, never wanted to play or give kisses and hugs. She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch, while her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out.

Life was good to me. I had a great wife, good kids, money, my own health -- and I'm lonely and bored.

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

Money is not nice. Money got no friends but more money.

I don't want to be an island. I want to be more of a tourist attraction. You stop here, I take your money and you go.

Boarding school didn't feel like my world, I felt like an alien; people there had a lot of money.

Prosperity makes few friends.

One of the things that happens when people make the leap from a certain amount of money to tens of millions of dollars is that the people around you dramatically change.

When you hit the big time, big money, big egos, people don't talk. You have no friends.

I'm the only person I know who's got a bunch of money.

Seems those with money who don't worry about money have big walls.

He had never been a social man. He had shunned causes with contempt and disgust. They were for pig-simple suckers and people with too much time and money on their hands

Whoever decides to hate others has chosen to walk alone.

For the first time in my life I realized what a horrible, miserable, salvationless hell it is to be without money.

To truly strip a man of everything, one must take away his community, money, and corrode the core of his beliefs until he is left bathed in the agony of isolation.

To truly strip a man of everything, one must take away his money, community, and the core of his beliefs until he is bathed in the agony of isolation.

The wretchedness of being rich is that you live with rich people.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning

I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o'clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning