Quotes About Isolation

The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned.

They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned

William Golding

You are a silly little boy,' said the Lord of the Flies, 'just an ignorant, silly little boy.

Demek istediÄŸim ÅŸu... Bizden baÅŸka canavar yok belki...

You wouldn't care if I was dead. Nobody'd care. That's all you want, just my damned body, not me. Nobody wants me, just my damned body. And I'm damned and you're damned with your cock and your cleverness and your chemistry-

In mezzo a loro, col corpo sudicio, i capelli sulla fronte e il naso da pulire, Ralph piangeva per la fine dell'innocenza.

Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across the square red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy's arm sand legs twitched a bit, like a pig's after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again in along, slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone.

Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before. And although you are physically by yourself, the haunting Demon never leaves you, that Demon being the knowledge of your own terrible limitations, your hopeless inadequacy, the impossibility of ever getting it right. No matter how diamond-bright your ideas are dancing in your brain, on paper they are earthbound.

You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.

The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.

My heart was now a secret garden and the walls were very high.

I can live without love." And with that she left Westley alone.

He always felt better when he could dole out pain alone.

aaron would not come out aaron entered into agony.

I knew I wasn't about to bawl again. Like Buttercup's, my heart was now a secret garden and the walls were very high.

There had stood a great house in the centre of the gardens, where now was left only that fragment of ruin. This house had been empty for a great while; years before his—the ancient man's—birth. It was a place shunned by the people of the village, as it had been shunned by their fathers before them. There were many things said about it, and all were of evil. No one ever went near it, either by day or night. In the village it was a synonym of all that is unholy and dreadful.

And, suddenly, it came home to me that I was a little man in a little ship, in the midst of a very great sea.

To my right, which was to the North, there stood, very far away, the House of Silence, upon a low hill. And in that House were many lights, and no sound. And so had it been through an uncountable Eternity of Years.

No more fiendish punishment could be devised, were such a thing physically possible, than that one should be turned loose in society and remain absolutely unnoticed.

I needed to be alone for whatever would happen. I knew that something would as certainly as if this were a last chapter.

Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.

Just her, three men, a fidgety pig and lawful intent.

It is not they who have closed but I. I've cut myself away. I'm alone, and lonely. What frightens me is that I've not become lonely now, but have looked inside and seen that I was, already. How long has that been going on?