Quotes About Isolation

You willingly tie yourself to these leashes. And you willingly become utterly socially autistic. You no longer pick up on basic human communication clues. You're at a table with three humans, all of whom are looking at you and trying to talk to you, and you're staring at a screen

The men who are dropped in a jungle or a desert and expected video games and got mundanity and depravity and friends dying like animals.

In the forest, we boys were food.

and because total non-communication in a place like the Circle was so difficult, it felt like violence.

Ecco lo strano problema della costante connettività: ogni silenzio che duri più di qualche ora suscita pensieri apocalittici.

He was forever trying to find ways to stay inside and avoid engagement with humans in real space. And though he carried a low-intensity outrage about privacy issues, he prized convenience above all

The feeling that your daughter is a deviant already and will only get worse. In a flash, you can see her as a feral adolescent, as a dirty-bomb teenager, a burst of invisible and spreading fury. Where is she now? She's fled, not to her room but somewhere else, a closet, she always hides somewhere disturbing, a place befitting a German fairy tale. Believe

because total non-communication in a place like the circle was so difficult, it felt like violence

She clicked on Mae's life preserver.

That day at school I prayed for the world to end.

I believed that I was alone in my struggle and that my battle was one of survival. By

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside.

What should I get from books?" Alcide asked in French. That you are not alone — even along this broken tractor road. You need to know nothing else," my father answered in French.

You should be worried, says Hassan. I have seen worse monsters than you, Anderson. I have seen what nobody should see. I have felt what nobody should feel. I know what nobody should know. What would it be to me to see this knife in your throat? Nothing. What would it be for me to see you as dead as this deer? Nothing. What would it be to me to see you lying dead among the jetsam on the beach?

I closed my eyes and tried to discover where the happy half of me was hiding. I felt the tears trickling through my tightly closed eyelids. I felt Whisper's claws tugging at my jeans. I wanted to be all alone in an attic like Skellig with just the owls and the moonlight and an oblivious heart.

He looked around at the others....They were all staring at their computers, or reading books or newspapers. Not one of them has noticed the weather. Maybe that's how the world was now....Everyone was so wrapped up in his or her own little world that no one ever really saw anything anymore.

I guess we're all lonely in some way. - Oliver Stone

Robie took a deep, cleansing breath. He had never played well with others. For the last dozen years he had worked in almost total isolation. He preferred it that way. He was better alone than with a team. That's just how he was built.

His jumpsuit was white, and on the back were the letters D and R printed in black. They stood for "death row". Mars had equated it to a snake's rattle, warning folks to stay the hell away.

She'd heard that the author Margaret Mitchell had never lived in a place with more than one bedroom for a simple reason: She had never wanted houseguests.

Maybe that's how the world was now, thought Dan. Everyone was so wrapped up in his or her own little world that no one ever really saw anything anymore.

Oh yeah," said Annabelle. "If you want to drive yourself nuts spend a couple days zooming around country roads with Mr. Speedy while he drones on and on about some dead writer no one but him has ever heard of." "Sounds delightful," replied Chapman. "Sort of like gnawing off one's arm for sport." "Caleb

To her, companionship must have seemed highly overrated.

human beings, for better or worse, were undeniably social creatures. Without interaction they went mad.