Janet Fitch Quotes

We enter the world alone, we leave the world alone.

Be alone even when there's a million people around, because tomorrow it will be a different million people.

Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.

We are all born and someday we'll all die. Most likely to some degree alone. Our aloneness in this world is, maybe not anymore, a thing to mourn.

I think that we're all totally isolated beings and always will be.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

When even the most strictly logical mind looks round and investigates the phenomena attending its own existence, perhaps the first fact to attract attention by its strongly marked prominence is the remarkable loneliness of man. He stands alone.

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

And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.

Every loneliness is a pinnacle

Eventually, we all end up alone.

What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary?

We may be together for another six months—a year—there’s no knowing. At the end we’re certain to be apart. Do you realize how utterly alone we shall be?

I am alone here in New York, no longer a we.

Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies.

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

I have always written about characters who fall somewhere in the spectrum between solitary and totally alienated.

My abiding theme is separations.

I have contact with no one involved in the trial.

When you stop to think about it, so many films today where we don't have that kind of contact are films about alienation. About alienated feelings. We are much more alienated from our colleagues nowadays.

Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

I can go days without meaningful human interaction.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.