Quotes About Isolation

The moment man cuts himself off from living connection with the human race and its needs, he begins to die from poor circulation.

Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.

This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

No man is an island, but some of us are long peninsulas.

One constant in a world of variables - a man alone in the evening in his patch of vegetables. and all the things he takes down with him there, where the easement runs along the back fence.

One aged man - one man - can't fill a house.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

The primary distinction of the artist is that he must actively cultivate that state which most men, necessarily, must avoid: the state of being alone.

The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.

Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.

Our secret thoughts are rarely heard except in secret. No man knows what conscience is until he understands what solitude can teach him concerning it.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

It is a very lonely life that a man leads, who becomes aware of truths before their times.

Man cannot long survive without air, water, and sleep. Next in importance comes food. And close on its heels, solitude.

James Joyce - an essentially private man who wished his total indifference to public notice to be universally recognized.

I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.

One man runs to his neighbor because he is looking for himself, and another because he wants to loose himself. Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison for you.

The wise man makes an island of himself that no flood can overwhelm.

All men's misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone.

In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men.

Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.

I'm not fit company for man or beast.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.