Quotes About Isolation

And when I saw this small, dignified man emerge from the plane, bow, and then stand rigidly at attention for his ovation, I suddenly realized that he was something I had not seen—a man who was still living in 1944! Or at least only a few days out of it. A man who for the past thirty years must have been carrying around in his head the forgotten wartime propaganda of those times.

Despair... It hides away propagates, expands, and finally explodes

What do you do when you cannot leave and cannot return?

The world had to be sliced into hours to fill; otherwise you could go mad with loneliness.

The silence of the room was shattered with a wail of pain coming from deep within me.

All I wanted was to be part of an underground world where the sun doesn't shine, there are no serenades, and the sound of children's laughter is never, ever heard.

All I wanted was to be part of an underground world where the sun doesn't shine, there are no love songs, and the sound of children's laughter is never, ever heard.

Nothing so reduces and drags down a human being as the consciousness of not being loved.

I've borne my isolation with me through the crowd as the snail bears its house. For some people isolation isn't a circumstance in which they find themselves, it's an innate characteristic.

Nothing diminishes and degrades a human being more than the knowledge of being unloved.

Am fost întotdeauna un singuratic. Mi-am purtat singur?tatea prin mul?imea de oameni, a?a cum î?i poart? melcul casa în spinare. La unii, singur?tatea nu e o stare în care au ajuns printr-o întâmplare a vie?ii, ci o tr?s?tur? fundamental?.

Jag tror på köttets lust och på själens obotliga ensamhet.

Jag tror icke att en tänkare behöver söka ensamheten. Den ensamhet, han behöver, för han med sig, som snigeln sitt hus. Mitt i människovimlet följer den honom, ty den är ingen yttre omständighet, men en egenskap.

I've always been somewhat isolated. I've borne my isolation with me through the crowd as the snail bears its house. For some people isolation isn't a circumstance in which they find themselves, it's an innate characteristic. And through this act my isolation is likely to increase; no matter how it ends, whether badly or well, for me the "punishment" will be solitary confinement for life.

Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.

I got bored," he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

My sister thinks that she's the only one who can take poison, but I am poison,' he whispers, eyes half-closed, talking to himself. 'Poison in my blood. I poison everything I touch.

It's just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he'd forget my water or food and I'd cry and cry and cry." She stops talking and looks out the window. "I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.

That's what I've been for years. An unsister. An undaughter. An unperson. A girl with a hole for a life. How appropriate to have my tongue cut out, when silence has been my refuge and my cage.

As he bent closer, he realized they were words -- words his wife had carved into the cave ice with the last of her dying strength. As he read them, he felt them like three hard blows in the stomach. KILL THE CHILD

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

only under the water can I allow myself to weep. Only under the water can I admit that I almost died and that I was terrified and that I wish there was someone to whom I could tell all that.

It's not fair. We had a story, and our story was important. And I hate that both of you can just walk away and take part of my story with you and not even care. I hate that you can do what you're supposed to do and I can't. I hate that you're going to leave me behind. I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like dying. It feels like each of you is being possessed and I'm next.