Social Withdrawal Quotes

I wasn't thriving socially, so I stayed in my room and played guitar all the time.

April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.

I don't have many friends; I'm very much a loner. As a child I was very isolated, and I've never been really close to anyone.

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

I don't socialise. My social life is minus zero.

I keep to myself a lot, I guess.

I've never really socialized; I've always been anti-social and preferred to be at home. I was never, even my late teens and early twenties, into clubs and parties and stuff like that.

I haven't been to a movie in a year and a half.

I preferred to read than talk with the others.

It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that everyone was forsaking me and going away from me.

I'm kind of a homebody.

I have no social position and I stay away from what is known as society as much as possible.

I'm a bit of a loner.

Schizophrenia is hearing voices, not doing voices.

Sometimes I feel that every word spoken and every gesture made merely serve to exacerbate misunderstandings. Then what I would really like is to escape into a great silence and impose that silence on everyone else.

The time when most of you should withdraw into yourself is when you are forced to be in a crowd.

Well, I don't go out much socially. I don't enjoy going out.

I definitely keep myself to myself; I don't really go out. If my friends want to see me, they know to come around to my house.

But I too hate long books: the better, the worse. If they're bad they merely make me pant with the effort of holding them up for a few minutes. But if they're good, I turn into a social moron for days, refusing to go out of my room, scowling and growling at interruptions, ignoring weddings and funerals, and making enemies out of friends. I still bear the scars of Middlemarch.

Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup?

I don't really talk to people.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.

It's one thing to have forced time off as an actor, and another thing when you actually say, 'I don't want to read anything, and I don't want to talk to anybody.'

I don't really see many people... don't really go anywhere either.

I'm trapped inside of me and I don't go out at all. I go to bed at eight o'clock at night. I never go out during the week. I'm in psychotherapy four days a week, pretty heavy commitment to it.