Quotes About Isolation

The wild bird that flies so lone and far has somewhere its nest and brood. A little fluttering heart of love impels its wings, and points its course. There is nothing so solitary as a solitary man.

Man, by definition, is born a stranger: coming from nowhere, he is thrust into an alien world which existed before him-a world which didn't need him. And which will survive him.

To a man utterly without a sense of belonging, mere life is all that matters. It is the only reality in an eternity of nothingness, and he clings to it with shameless despair.

The survival of the fittest is going to make some man very lonesome some day.

When man, Apollo man, rockets into space, it isn't in order to find his brother, I'm quite sure of that. It's to confirm that he hasn't any brothers.

If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man.

By my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the sun and the moon, in the morning and the evening, compels me to solitude.

We're all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

We're all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

Of my friends, I am the only one I have left.

The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation

Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.

No generation in history has taken so seriously issues of health and well-being—both for ourselves and our children. And yet, nonetheless, we have never been lonelier. Our sense of community is breaking down, our sense of belonging has seldom felt weaker, and, silhouetted against this backdrop, couples that once loved one another have never had a more difficult time holding fast.

You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness.

This wasn't just a film trip, it was also our honeymoon. Steve would sometimes escape the camera crew and take us up a tributary to be alone. We watched the fireflies come out. I'd never seen fireflies in Oregon. The magical little insects glowed everywhere, in the bushes and in the air. The darker it got, the brighter their blue lights burned on and off. I had arrived in a fairyland.

I am in the middle of nowhere. It's nighttime. I am surrounded by crocodiles. The boat motor won't start. Steve will be snatched and eaten by One-Eye right off the back of the boat. Then I'll be alone.

self-pity was a cold and nasty companion.

He had searched for redemption under the bright dead moon, and he had come up empty-handed. Adam would die a thing that was alone and unloved. Just like that moon.

Two people can be in the same room and still be gone.

And that was true too, that was what the Culverts were like: crucified by their shyness and at the same time contemptuous of the world of ordinary people they couldn't talk to.

Goodness knows what hallucinations of danger and siege people are subject to, if they live anywhere too beautiful and too sequestered.

I had never been into society; for me the world was the enclosure of the college and the seminary. I had a vague knowledge that there was a something called woman, but I never dwelt upon the subject; I was absolutely innocent. I saw my infirm old mother only twice a year; that was the extent of my connection with the outside world.