Quotes About Isolation

Vessels knocked together for hour upon hour, like bones, like someone infinitely stupid and patient at the door of an empty house.

He is unable to think in words. The shells begin once again to pound the water around him, to make it into a bloody broth of metal and the dead.

This gentleman is cactus," said Doul.

The Canadians had Terrell. He was uninfected, in quarantine, and knew nothing.

A haggard man used one of the huts as a home. He lay on a sagging mattress, his head on his pack, surrounded by rubbish - paper, porcelain shards, food remains and unidentifiable debris. His hand was over his eyes. He looked like a failed soldier. Dirt seemed so worked into him that the lines of his face were like writing.

Ilse Aichinger, "The Bound Man

I didn't tell the story to ask for help because I knew there was no help.

How could one not think of the stories we all grew up on, that surely the Ul Qomans grew up on too? Ul Qoman man and Bes? maid, meeting in the middle of Copula Hall, returning to their homes to realise that they live, grosstopically, next door to each other, spending their lives faithful and alone, rising at the same time, walking crosshatched streets close like a couple, each in their own city, never breaching, never quite touching, never speaking a word across the border.

Böyle korkunç olaylar bazen insanlar?n da ba??na gelebilir. Üstesinden gelemedi?i çeli?kilerle ba? ba?a kalan insan, moral bak?m?ndan derinden derine sars?l?r ama bunu kimseye söyleyemez, çünkü kimse ona yard?m edemez. Bu korkunç bir yer kaymas? gibidir, tehlikeyi görürsünüz, ama bir ?ey yapamazs?n?z.

My longing for someone to talk to made Himillsy the lightning bug in my honey jar. I punched holes in the lid so she could breathe.

Begitu lah kadang2 bila kita terjun ke jurang kehidupan kita.Tidak ada yang bisa menemani kita,bahkan mereka yang mau mengorbankan hati mereka demi kebahagian kita,juga tidak.

each person is distinct, separate. That ultimately we are each alone

She taught me to close myself off from the sorrow of others so that I might survive

Perhaps we are always alone, from the time we leave the safety of our mothers' wombs until the time Waheguru gathers us to Himself.

To see awe in a parent's eyes—it is a strange, lonely feeling.

I was forced to face the truth. Ram no longer cared for me. Or if he did, it was pushed deep down inside him, suffocated by kingship. And since the children came from my body and were subject to the same gossip and doubts, he couldn't afford to care for them either.

That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.

now I sometimes wonder if it might not have been the most worthwhile of the skills I learned on the island.

Watching them, I feel at once happy and lonely. It's not the loneliness of being without a mate, but something more primal. As though I were the only being left on this side of the glass, while the rest of the world—happy, uncaring—lived out its life on the other side.

But to whom can she say this? Who will listen to her? The power she possessed even a few days ago, as the Sarkar's favourite queen, has faded.

In America, life is introverted, self-absorbed - and so is their music.

Instead, we spent our downtime prodding at lifeless characters and wondering how long a human body could subsist on a diet of ramen and Coke before liver function ceased entirely.

I don't know, maybe I just wanted to be alone. Maybe I just didn't want to be social because antisocial people have a whole lot less to lose.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.