Quotes About Isolation

I think the absence of hope removes all empathy. Then all you want is for the rest of the world to suffer like you do.

I looked around my boat and sighed. "When the corpses outnumber the living, you know your boat has taken a hard turn in the wrong direction.

She was going to die. Emma knew it with complete certainty. She was trapped in

I dreamed night after night that everyone in the world was dead excepting myself, and that upon me rested the responsibility of making a wagon wheel.

Even then she wore the look of certain fanatics who think of themselves as leaders without once having gained the respect of a single human being.

Houses! I hate houses. I like public places. Houses break your heart.

The world and all the people in it had suddenly slipped beyond her comprehension and she felt in great danger of losing the whole world once and for all--a feeling that is difficult to explain.

had just begun in the isolated parts of the country, not yet recognized for what it was—a vast rebellion of an entire population against the cruelties and injustices of generations of tyranny perpetrated by the few on the many.

Every time my dreams threaten to become reality, something always happens and I end up alone.

Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it.

Think assailable thoughts, or be lonely.

Only remembering that a self in exile is still a self, as a bell unstruck for years is still a bell.

The self in exile remains the self, as a bell unstruck for years is still a bell.

Here I am, alone again, alone but not completely by myself, alone without the freedom of not having to think about someone else

They learn to relate by caretaking, pleasing, isolating, or acting out rather than fully relating with their true and authentic selves. As a result, they feel accepted for their roles, not for who they were. Adult Children often have no idea how to have an equal partner relationship with healthy communication and normal conflict. As one ACOA said, "I feel that everyone else got a book at birth on how to live life, have relationships, and parent—and I never got my copy.

In her minds eye she sat there, in the domesticated golden sunlight on the velvet sofa, lapped around by carpets and books and mahogany, solitary and content, as if, in fact, cloistered.

She had never felt so alone or frightened in her life. She had come to Berlin to feel closer to her mother, and had found instead danger and death.

She had been the daughter of a half-insane, mean old woman and an ineffective alcoholic father, and she had grown up poor and unwanted. She had been an unmarried welfare mother and finally become a drunk herself.

He pushed the coverlet halfway down his body and crossed his arms behind his head. Linc stared at the overhead fixture, his new best friend for the last several days--he'd actually felt like talking to it a few times.

He was a wizard of sorts, a magus and a grammaticus; and continually communing with his machines as he did, he seemed to find talking to actual people a confusion to him.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

I will put warm woolen socks on the feet of the people in the other world; but I dream and cannot wake, and I am cast over the cliff and hang there by two fingers that are danced and trampled on by the giant unreality.

I'm not there, she thought. I'm not there. I'm nowhere. She felt the world go dark with sudden exclusion and she was beating her wings against the door of the dark but no one opened the door; indeed, no one heard.

Conversation is the wall we build between ourselves and other people, too often with tired words like used and broken bottles which, catching the sunlight as they lie embedded in the wall, are mistaken for jewels.