Quotes about Isolation
This cavern is below all, and the enemy of all; it is hatred, without exception.
— Victor Hugo
He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In
— Victor Hugo
Happiness and despair do not breathe the same air. A man in despair participates in the life of others from a great distance; he is almost unaware of their presence; he has lost any consciousness of his own existence; he is a thing of flesh and blood but feels that he is no longer real; he sees himself only as a dream.
— Victor Hugo
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.
— Milan Kundera
A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.
— Milan Kundera
Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.
— Milan Kundera
Graphomania (a mania for writing books) inevitably takes on epidemic proportions when a society develops to the point of creating three basic conditions: - (1) an elevated level of general well being which allows people to devote themselves to useless activities (2) a high degree of social atomization and , as a consequence, a general isolation of individuals; (3) the absence of dramatic social changes in the nation's internal life.
— Milan Kundera
The invention of printing formerly enabled people to understand one another. In the era of universal graphomania, the writing of books has an opposite meaning: everyone surrounded by his own words as by a wall of mirrors, which allows no voice to filter in from the outside.
— Milan Kundera
That conversation with the taxi driver suddenly made clear to me the essence of the writer's occupation. We write books because our children aren't interested in us. We address ourselves to an anonymous world because our wives plug their ears when we speak to them.
— Milan Kundera
It was scary how a girl couldn't live without friends.
— Candace Bushnell
Na Arean sat alone in space as a cloud that floats in nothingness. He slept not, for there was no sleep; he hungered not, for as yet there was no hunger. So he remained for a great while, until a thought came to his mind. He said to himself, I will make a thing.
— Carl Sagan
And just when she felt more capable of love than she had ever been, she found herself alone.
— Carl Sagan