Quotes About Isolation

A strongest man is the loneliest one

No man is an island; but some are peninsulas.

That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.

I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude.

There is a sweet little horror story that is only two sentences long: The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door... Two sentences and an ellipsis of three dots.

Small groups or communities may be far more oppressive to the individual than larger ones. Men are in many ways freer in large cities than in small villages.

Hardly a man will you find who could live with his door open.

The thinking man always finds himself in a gigantic orphanage in which people are continually proving to him that he has no parents.

Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler's helmet. Stay inside or you perish.

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.

No man will ever unfold the capacities of his own intellect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.

All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.

Man stands alone in the universe, responsible for his condition, likely to remain in a lowly state, but free to reach above the stars.

Every man is his own hell.

There are two places in the world where men can most effectively disappear - the city of London and the South Seas.

The desert is so vast that no one can know it all. Men go out into the desert, and they are like ships at sea; no one knows when they will return.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

I actually don't meet very many men because they are, I guess, afraid to approach me or think that I'm from another planet.

There is nothing worse than solitude. Solitude can help a man realize himself; but it destroys a woman

...they discovered only a small asteroid inhabited by a solitary old man who claimed repeatedly that nothing was true, though he was later discovered to be lying.

His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.

When he has lost all hope, all object in life, man becomes a monster in his misery.

I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I think my liver is diseased. Then again, I don't know a thing about my illness; I'm not even sure what hurts.

A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.