Isaac Marion Quotes

There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.

But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

Wherever you are in the world, whoever you are with, sometimes you feel desperately lonely.

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough

I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

She watched the prairies the rivers, the towns slipping past at an untouchable distance below - and she noted that the sense of detachment one feels when looking at the earth from a plane was the same sense she felt when looking at people: only her distance from people seemed longer. - Dagny Taggart

To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact.

There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever. We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time.

I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.

I think everybody gets lonely sometimes. I don't know if people can ever understand how you can be in a room full of people and be lonely sometimes.

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.

The entire time I was in Portland, which was the five years, I had absolutely no contact with any of my family.

It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company.

I'm used to living in a disassociated universe.

I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.

The story of 'Mr. Robot' is really about this guy who's lonely - who's alone and feels so disconnected from the world.

I have this morbid fascination with being completely alienated from everybody, and a lot of the time I really do feel that way.

I don't know what's the matter with me, why I'm so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.

I never ran away, but I was very unhappy as a teenager. I felt like a complete nonentity, and I very tangibly have memories of not wanting to be here - in my body.

I've certainly felt alone a lot of my life.

I am loved by thousands, but I feel like the loneliest man in the world.