Quotes About Isolation

So what did you do, drug me, stuff me in the trunk, then dump me like a sacrificial offering into that vampire's coffin? - Shella

There's an empty seat next to me in the 'intensely aggravating' section…and it's got your name on it

If you don't Understand the color of Darkness and Loneliness Then you must be Blind

My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness.

...Right now there's a pair of bad cops on their way out here to shoot me.""You don't know that.""Yeah, you're right, " Stranahan said. "They're probably just collecting Toys for Tots. Now go.

alone but trying to survive alone.

How's Alison getting on?'Conway snorted. 'Tucked up in the sick room like she's dying in some season finale. Little fadey voice on her and all. She's having a great old time.

They called me mad, and I called them mad, and damn them, they outvoted me.

The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.

In other words, he was the tree in the forest that silently fell--when no one was around to be crushed.

I stumbled up the hill back toward the Hab. As I crested the rise, I saw something that made me very happy and something that made me very sad: The Hab was intact (yay!) and the MAV was gone (boo!).

It was how it had been with the madman among the tombs, that their number was legion, far in excess at any rate if the number listed on the back of the door as the room's maximum occupancy.

At my place I can really tell when winter has come.. It's when sunlight is pathetically crawling in my courtyard, incapable of reaching my window anymore.

'Why are you yelling at the television when you know they cannot hear you?' 'You wouldn't understand, ' said Asher, his gaze locked on the screen. 'It's a human thing.'

My 'people skills' are 'rusty.' Pardon me but I have spent the last year as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent.

The really great writers are people like Emily Brontë who sit in a room and write out of their limited experience and unlimited imagination.

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

The solitude of the poet is the uniqueness of his experience, and the particulaity of his sensitivity and imagination.

I grew up in a desert, which has no kind of imagination.

There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime

I existed in a cocoon, wrapped in daydreams. It's dangerous to be too much alone with an imagination.

In my mind, Martha, you are buried in cement right up to your neck. No… right up to your nose… that's much quieter.

Because some of my at-home life was rough and lonely, I often looked to escape into my imagination. Science fiction provided a deep well to pull from and was something easily accessible to me.

Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.