Isolated Existence Quotes

Throughout my high school years, I was very quiet, I didn't have many friends. I distanced myself from a lot of people.

The manager is by himself. He can't mingle with his players. I enjoyed my players, but I could not socialize with them so I spent a lot of time alone in my hotel room. Those four walls kind of close in on you.

I used to do everything to keep a wall up around myself and keep my life quiet so that I could write.

Living in Hollywood, you can get disconnected from everybody. You can feel like you are the only one.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.

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.

I feel like I'm in my own world: in the world but not a part of it.

I'm in nobody's circle, I've always been an outsider.

I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives the world in his or her own way; each lives in his or her own world. Sometimes they connect, for a moment, or more rarely, for a lifetime, but mostly we are alone, each living in our own world, suffering our small deaths.

In coming closer to nature, man shows himself superior to it. As a mere part of nature, man's existence would be a series of isolated phenomena. All life would proceed from and depend on contact with the outside world.

We're all outsiders in a way. We're all alone and can become very lonely.

The essence of Richard Nixon is loneliness.

There is a solitude in poverty, but a solitude which restores to each thing its value.

Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.

Life is hard, we say. An oyster's life is worse. She lives motionless, soundless, her own cold ugly shape her only dissipation.

It's lonely up here.

I live on an island, and it's difficult to find.

I've had a very sheltered life. What can happen to you if you stay home writing all day?

We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. [...] By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies - all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable.

This is one of the charms of the desert, that removing as it does nearly all the accessories of life, we see the thin thread of necessities on which our human existence is suspended.

I knew I was alone in a way that no earthling has ever been before.

The wretched have no friends.

It is also the pardonable vanity of lonely people everywhere to assume that they have no counterparts.

I am more exempt and more distant than any man in the world.

We have to live with our loneliness and the destiny that drives each person to the order of things.