Quotes about Isolation
We hadn't heard anything about registering to vote because when you see this flat land in here, when the people would get out of the fields, if they had a radio, they'd be too tired to play it. So we didn't know what was going on in the rest of the state, even, much less in other places.
— Fannie Lou Hamer
Willed introversion, in fact, is one of the classic implements of creative genius and can be employed as a deliberate device.
— Joseph Campbell
Die Gesellschaft stellt eifersüchtig denen nach, die sich von ihr ausschließen, und wird kommen und an die Pforte pochen.
— Joseph Campbell
What is it to be rich toward God? To understand this, imagine for a moment everything you call yours in the world as taken from you. Picture yourself abandoned and forgotten of all, in utter isolation alone with your own heart. And then ask yourself: What have I now? What do I now possess?
— Abraham Kuyper
Lonely men seek companionship. Lonely women sit at home and wait. They never meet.
— Abraham Lincoln
I made this film 'The Beach,' which didn't take place in a city, and it didn't really suit me.
— Danny Boyle
Atom from atom yawns as far As moon from earth, or star from star.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
We are alone in a world where everything is nothing and we are part of the divine.
— Ravi Zacharias
Nobody would have anything to do with him. He began to drop things and to trip. He had a shy and hopeful manner in each new contact, and he was always disappointed. Because he NEEDED a friend so desperately, he never found one.
— Joseph Heller
With a little ingenuity and vision, he had made it all but impossible for anyone in the squadron to talk to him, which was just fine with everyone, he noticed, since no one wanted to talk to him anyway.
— Joseph Heller
Keep away, keep away," Hungry Joe screamed. "I said keep away, keep away, you goddam stinking lousy son of a bitch." "At least we found out what he dreams about," Dunbar observed wryly. "He dreams about goddam stinking lousy sons of bitches.
— Joseph Heller
He could not make them understand that he was a crotchety old fogey of twenty-eight, that he belonged to another generation, another era, another world, that having a good time bored him and was not worth the effort, and that they bored him, too. He could not make them shut up; they were worse than women. They had not brains enough to be introverted and repressed.
— Joseph Heller