Emile Durkheim Quotes

I'm kind of in my own world.

I've led a very isolated existence since I was 6 years old. It's kind of been me and my mind.

I'm somewhat in my own cloud.

Everything else outside me seems far, far away.

I spent a lot of time in my head, but not like caring about what everybody else thought, just literally in my own world.

There is a prodigious selfishness in dreams: they live perfectly deaf and invulnerable amid the cries of the real world.

A lone walker is both present and detached, more than an audience but less than a participant. Walking assuages or legitimizes this alienation.

The man whose whole activity is diverted to inner meditation becomes insensible to all his surroundings.

I never changed after that. I sought for nothing in the one great source of change which is humanity. And even in my love and absorption with the beauty of the world, I sought to learn nothing that could be given back to humanity. I drank of the beauty of the world as a vampire drinks. I was satisfied. I was filled to the brim. But I was dead. And I was changeless.

Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.

Why am I always looking at life through a window?

She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides Tess was only a passing thought. Even to friends she was no more than a frequently passing thought.

I lived too much in my head instead of the real world.

Lonely people console themselves with self-absorption or curiosity.

There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.

My wife keeps on telling me my worst fault is that I keep things to myself and appear relaxed. But I am really in a room in my own head and not hearing a thing anyone is saying.

I am often lost in my own world, with a frown on my face.

I don't see outside of me.

If we're all living in ourselves and mistaking it for life, then we're devaluing and desensitizing life.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

I prefer to live in my own little bubble of my own reality.

I've always kind of lived in my own world.

I think my worst problem is actually living in the moment and understanding everything that's going on. I feel like I'm in my own bubble.

I guess I've been existing in my own head a lot.

My mind is in another planet behind the blocks. Sometimes I'm up in the blocks, and I'm like, 'What am I doing here?' I'm just not trying to think too much.