Quotes About Isolation

Vaguely she knew herself that she was going to pieces in some way. Vaguely she knew she was out of connection: she had lost touch with the substantial and vital world. Only Clifford and his books, which did not exist... which had nothing in them. Void to void. Vaguely she knew. But it was like beating her head against a stone.

And she had discovered him, discovered in him a rare potentiality, discovered his loneliness.

He resented the intrusion, he cherished his solitude as his only and last freedom in life.

He felt that if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.

She felt weak and utterly forlorn. She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help.

Like a great bog humanity swamped her, and she sank in, weak at the knees, filled with repulsion and fear of every person she met.

He would be alone, and apart from life, which was all he wanted.

Time went on. Whatever happened, nothing happened, because she was so beautifully out of contact . . . Time went on as the clock does, half-past eight instead of half-past seven.

With the English, nothing could save him from being the eternal outsider, not even love.

Paul walked with something screwed up tight inside him. He would have suffered much physical pain rather than this unreasonable suffering at being exposed to strangers

Nobody knocks here, and the unexpected sounds ominous.

She could hear a distant coughing of a sheep.

Time went on. Whatever happened, nothing happened, because she was so beautifully out of contact.

All our troubles, says somebody wise, come upon us because we cannot be alone.

sharp lights, though unseen, mocked it. A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.

I would like to have all the rest of the world disappear,' she said, `and live with you here.' `It won't disappear,' he said.

From the first instant, Kate respected her for her isolation and her dauntless. The world is made up of a mass of people and a few individuals. Mrs. Norris was one of the few individuals. True, she played her social game all the time. But she was an odd number; and all alone, she could give the even numbers a bad time.

She felt different from the rest of them, with their hard, easy, shallow intimacy, that seemed to cost them so little.

Sometimes a good husband came along with his family, peacefully. But usually the women and children were alone.

And looking ahead, the prospect of her life made her feel as if she were buried alive.

They were so intimate, and utterly out of touch.

The final fact being that at the very bottom of his soul he was an outsider, and anti-social, and he accepted the fact inwardly, no matter how Bond-Streety he was on the outside. His isolation was a necessity to him; just as the appearance of conformity and mixing-in with the smart people was also a necessity.

And he was always aware of this fall of silence on his entry, the shutting off of life, the unwelcome. But now it was gone too far to alter.

Možda su jedino ljudi koji su sposobni da se stvarno intimno spoje s drugima, jedini koji izgledaju tako sami u svemiru. Ostali imaju izvjesnog ljepila, oni se lijepe uz masu.