Quotes About Isolation

Sure, they all have iPods, smartphones, whatever. Generally speaking, it's in our own best interest to keep some kind of electronic device in their hands. Otherwise they might talk to us.

We want intimacy with others. In fact, we might crave it. But since we've never fully experienced bonds of trust, we don't allow intimacy into our lives. So we keep it at bay.

Because deep down inside, she was scared. Scared of being alone, scared of being an outsider. Scared that she had all of her chances of happiness; and blown each and every one of them.

didn't know who else to turn to. It gives the person you're trying to manipulate nowhere to go.

But when it is just me. Alone. With myself—there is no sunshine.

She felt like a creature born to reside on the bottom of the ocean floor, dark and flat and half-blind, slowly rising through the icy water to the glittering light above.

Hanna. Her middle child. The difficult one. The tiring one. The one she wouldn't want to be stranded on a desert island with. And a terrible thought shot through her, so fast she barely registered it. 'It should be you missing and Ellie eating beans on toast.

She felt a terrible hollowness open up inside her, a sense that she was all alone, that she had in fact always been all alone, that the corners of her life were folding in and folding in, and that there was nothing she could do about it.

in the context of a school trip it was as though they'd all just been released from a sensory-deprivation capsule.

His mum, like him, had no friends. It was as if they could tell, he thought, they could tell she wasn't ever going to be one of them. She was always going to be trying, never just being.

nowhere else to go. She went to her handbag and

Tallulah has not left this room for days now, maybe longer. The edges of Tallulah's days feel ragged and unformed. Scarlett still comes and goes with food and drinks and treats but Tallulah no longer asks her about the outside world because she no longer cares, all she cares about is sleep.

a sea of disembodied thumbs senselessly pressing hearts.

She has no energy for practicalities. She just wants to keep herself tight inside the bubble … not let life crawl in through the gaps.

She felt a terrible hollowness open up insider her, a sense that she was all alone, that she had in fact always been all alone, that the corners of her life were folding in and folding in and that there was nothing she could do about it.

Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

I think the busiest people are often the loneliest.

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

Be careful dear that you don't end up as the queen of a lonely kingdom

I feel like I've been shut in a closet, and he's on the other side, and he doesn't have the key to unlock the door.

I've spent my entire life reading about the lives other people are having. My world has been... very small. No one believes I would thrive if I weren't kept secluded and protected. Like a flower in a glasshouse. If I marry one of my kind, as you put it, no one will ever see me as I am. Only what I'm supposed to be.

I have ten thousand memories of myself writing alone in basements, bizarre servant quarters, cemeteries, deserted fountains, the band van, and other awkward settings.

You live such a weird life while you're out on the tour. You're in a van or an airplane more than you are anything else.

There are sad moments - lonely moments - when you're sitting up in your room all by yourself, shooting on location in Atlanta or Vancouver or L.A., and your family's back home. You can miss home.