Quotes About Isolation

To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact.

No one looks at us. We might as well be invisible; or clothing marks us as strangers, transients. They are polite, so polite; no one stares at us.

If you were to be stranded on a desert island, what three items would you take? I gave this frivolous answer: A cat, a hat and a piece of string.

Gli abitanti di Lansquenet hanno imparato l'arte di osservare senza incrociare i suoi occhi. Sento il loro sguardo come un respiro sulla nuca, stranamente privo di ostilità, e tuttavia freddo. Per loro siamo una curiosità, parte del carnevale, una ventata che viene da terre lontane.

Online communities are an expression of loneliness.

Escapei ao agregado, escapei a minha mãe não indo ao quarto dela, mas não escapei a mim mesmo. Corri ao meu quarto, e entrei atrás de mim. Eu falava-me, eu perseguia-me, eu atirava-me à cama, e rolava comigo, e chorava, e abafava os soluços com a ponta do lençol.

From where I sat, Peter and Wendy were the two loneliest figures in the world. But Peter was somehow the lonelier of the two.

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

I have never fit into this town, this marriage, this skin. I am the child who was picked last to play tag; I am the girl who laughed although she did not get the joke; I am the piecemeal part of you that you pretend doesn't exist, except it is all I am, all the time.

Loneliness is a mirror, and recognizes itself.

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

You know what I noticed when I was with Jacob? In your world, people can reach each other in an instant. There's the telephone, and the fax - and on the computer you can talk to someone all the way around the world. You've got people telling their secrets on TV talk shows, and magazines that publish pictures of movie stars trying to hide their homes. All those connections, but everyone there seems so lonely.

A world that was crowded with people could still be a very lonely place.

She understood how a world jammed with phones, email, and faxes could still leave you feeling utterly alone.

Houses are cellular walls; they keep our problems from bleeding into everyone else's.

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception. There were times I stayed in my room for days on end with headphones on, if only so that I would not have to listen to my mother cry. There were the weeks that my father worked round-the-clock shifts, so that he wouldn't have to come home to a house that felt too big for us.

It is so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by almost everyone.

No matter who else is mourning, you're in your own little cell. Even when people try to comfort you, you're aware that now there is a barrier between you and them, made of the horrible thing that happened, that keeps you isolated.

This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.

You want to know what I want? I'm sick of being a guinea pig. I'm sick, but I'm never f*cking sick enough for this family.

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.