Quotes About Isolation

La solitude n'aime pas être surprise ne déshabillé et sème autour d'elle toutes sortes d'obstacles.

La solitude n'aime pas être surprise en déshabillé et sème autour d'elle toutes sortes d'obstacles.

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

He's a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me?

who says we can't touch ourselves to keep from getting bored? nothing else is touching thats for sure

Where were you? When everything was falling apart. All my days staying by the telephone. You never rang and all I needed was a call.

Have you ever felt a desert-like lonliness, facing all the lions, hyenas and snakes of your imagination, with no weapon, no partner, nothing but silent, ugly, harmful aloe vera plants all around you? Giving up will only means death, while fighting, means death too..

Queen Mary remained as remote from her sons as adults as she had from them as children. 'They were strangers to her emotionally,' wrote her Lady-in-Waiting, Lady Airlie, 'a nest of wild birds already spreading their wings and soaring beyond her horizon.

Royal reaction to the British publication of the book was draconian. Crawfie had to leave her grace-and-favour cottage; her entry in Who's Who was withdrawn; her name was not even mentioned in officially authorized biographies such as John Wheeler-Bennett's King George VI or Dorothy Laird's Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother. She retired to Aberdeen from where, with extraordinary insensitivity, she pestered the family with frequent requests.

Emigration is a kind of partial suicide. You don't die, but a great deal dies within you. Not least, the language.

In the end, the writer is not even allowed to live in his writing.

I suspect, though I cannot prove, that in part this is the consequence of living in a world, including a mental world, so thoroughly saturated by the products of the media of mass communication. In such a world, what is done or happens in private is not done or has not happened at all, at least not in the fullest possible sense.

Nothing would sleep in that cellar.

I have gone into the waste lonely places

You must do it alone.

Nothing we come upon in the world can any longer speak to us in its own rights … [They] have been deprived of the voice with which they once declared their mystery to men.

Just think about it," he said softly. "You can do practically anything. You can have practically everything. And none of it will keep you from being alone." "Shut up shut up...Everybody's alone." He nodded. "But some people learn how to live with it.

Among the many things it meant was that even to loneliness there is an end, for those who are lonely enough, long enough.

How could I possibly gone this long without the touch of another human being? I've been living my life like a zombie

He sounded so lonely; he always had. It was so easy for him to fall into himself; she'd always had to work so hard to get him to stay in the world. He hid in his head, and it wasn't good for him, he was always so much happier when she would coax him out of there.

In the middle of the kitchen table was an empty birdcage, the metal door ajar. A feeling of deep melancholy washed over her, the empty cage somehow seeming symbolic of Eddie Berlin's life. ~0~

Next time a rattlesnake bites you, or you crack a rib, or find some whore with a sliced-up arm, don't call me. Call somebody who doesn't care." ~0~

She didn't know how, but she understood that he needed to keep people at a distance, that he didn't want to know them, or see them, not really see them. Somewhere along the line, he'd been hurt. Deeply. And he was going to make sure it didn't happen again.

She was living in another dimension. It was lonely there. She