Quotes About Isolation

Regimes collapse when people are no longer afraid and think they're no longer alone.

Addicts are selfish; it's always, ALWAYS about them.

We live in an ocean of air like fish in a body of water. By our breathing we are attuned to our atmosphere. If we inhibit our breathing we isolate ourselves from the medium in which we exist. In all Oriental and mystic philosophies, the breath holds the secret to the highest bliss.

There is hardly one in three of us who live in the cities who is not sick with unused self.

Night in the desert. Nowhere else in all the world Night comes like this... My eyes, my human eyes, can see no end... The hard bright moon seems far, so far away— —The million, million stars that jeer at me— Great God, how big it is—and I But one more grain of sand beneath the immeasurable sky— Night in the desert...

My dear friend: Three or four months on the edge of the desert, all alone — how I envy you; and again, how I thank Heaven I am not in a similar position.

A scream into the desert returns the echo of your own soul.

I've dropped my Brain – My Soul is numb – The Veins that used to run Stop palsied – 'tis Paralysis Done perfecter in stone...

She did not feel sad; she did not feel anything. She seemed to have moved into a quiet state beyond human emotion.

Hanging my head and my heart with it, that you sorrowed alone...

Poor Folks have neither any Kindred nor any Friends.

The lack of emotional security of our American young people is due, I believe, to their isolation from the larger family unit. No two people — no mere father and mother — as I have often said, are enough to provide emotional security for a child. He needs to feel himself one in a world of kinfolk, persons of variety in age and temperament, and yet allied to himself by an indissoluble bond which he cannot break if he could, for nature has welded him into it before he was born.

But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

The trouble with living alone is that it's always your turn to do the dishes.

We were not many, and the world was very small. There were strange lands to the east- islands like Akutan; so we thought all the world was islands, and did not mind.

Here the train was halted. The Scotch half-breed slowly retraced his steps to the camp they had left. The men ceased talking. A revolver-shot rang out. The man came back hurriedly. The whips snapped, the bells tinkled merrily, the sleds churned along the trail; but Buck knew, and every dog knew, what had taken place behind the belt of river trees.

Dark spruce frowned on either side of the frozen waterway.

tottered through the forest, sitting down often to rest, what of weakness and of shortness of breath. One day While Fang encountered a young wolf, gaunt and scrawny, loose-jointed with famine.  Had he not been hungry himself, White Fang might have gone with him and

His world was gloomy; but he did not know that, for he knew no other world.

Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land.

nor did he dream that such persons were as lonely eagles sailing solitary in the azure sky far above the earth and its swarming freight of gregarious life.

Lonely he had lived, so far as his kind was concerned, and lonely he would continue to live.

If looks could kill I should have been a dead man that day.  Openly they spat at sight of me, and, everywhere arose snarls and cries.

Solomon Island scourges, dysentery, had struck Berande plantation, and he was all alone to cope with it.  Also, he was afflicted himself. By stooping close, still on man-back, he managed to pass through the low doorway.  He took