Quotes About Isolation

The Basquos have an old proverb, 'a life without friends means death without company.

As she stood there, she looked to the north where there seemed to be another road, but not really a road, more like a snowplow had suddenly gone rogue and wandered off to die alone and away from the herd.

Here she is at her kitchen table, fingering a jigsaw of thalidomide ginger, thinking about the arthritis in her hands.

My world fell away from me. Agony stabbed my chest.

Jasper Jones fell out of this world and nobody noticed...And they'll notice now because something has been burned. Now they'll look for Jasper Jones.

My brain is a vast, barren, jokeless plain where wolves howl at the moon over rocky overhangs and the wind kicks up twists of sand and tumbleweed.

The less you know, the further away you are, the easier it is to shrug and tut and move on. And so Corrigan remains a town of barnacles. A cluster of hard shells that suck themselves stuck and clench themselves shut and choose not to know about dying.

I wasn't cold, but I was shivering when I walked onto the Clayton Road overpass. I wasn't scared either, even when I climbed over the rail. I didn't feel much of anything.

London as cell, jail, and favor. London meant "not living in England while living in England,

Twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death

Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.

I don't like being alone.

Felicia stayed on the fringe of life because it was free of everyday malice. It was more dignified there.

Solitude, Celia realizes now, exists for us not to remember but to forget.

It seemed to him that life's true tragedy was to lift up one's voice among the living and be met with indifference.

Down the street, the trees are imprisoned equidistantly in square plots of dirt. Everything else is concrete. Lourdes remembers reading somewhere about how Dutch elm disease wiped out the entire species on the East Coast except for a lone tree in Manhattan surrounded by concrete. Is this, she wonders, how we'll all survive?

Reina sin reino, princesa sin súbditos, generosa son dinero, política sin causa, cristiana sin fe, artífice de su propia ruina. Sobre Cristina de Suecia

Y está triste como una silla abandonada en la mitad del patio azul Los pájaros la rodean Cae una aguja Las hojas resbalan sin tocarla Y está triste en mitad del patio con la mirada baja los pechos alicaídos dos palomas tardas Y un collar sin perro en la mano Como una silla ya vacía.

Others seek commitment because they fear loneliness.

I always worried someone would notice me, and then when no one did, I felt lonely.

Suitable relational boundaries will show us the true nature of another person or a group, and if we fail to listen, they will draw help to us. The problem is that our relational borders aren't always in fail-safe condition. We might be too isolated, as in the case of inflexible boundaries; too confused, as happens when our borders are wishy-washy; or simply broken, as occurs when we have holes or slashes in our field.

He was doing everyone a favor by getting out of town, he thought. People abandoned one another constantly without performing the courtesy of actually disappearing. They left but they didn't, lurking about, a constant reminder of what could or should or might have been. Not him.

Some people were just meant to be alone.

Pain will pull you down. It will break you. And when you lose everything else, it will be the only thing that never lets you go. It's a bitch I don't like. Better to not let anyone get close, huh? Better to not let the pain inside. Better to put up your wall and block everyone else from touching your heart.