Quotes About Isolation

My father was mean, and our house ugly, and my mother didn't pay much attention to me; my clothes were cheap and my haircut too short and no one at school seemed to like me that much; and since all this had been true for as long as I could remember, I felt things would doubtless continue in this depressing vein as far as I could foresee.

for the first time I realized how lonely the next two months would really be, with the school closed, the snow deep, everyone gone.

Few years ago, we were up north in Canada, in Alberta, this one-street town off the Pouce Coupe River? Dark the whole time, October to March, and fuck-all to do except read and listen to CBC radio. Had to drive fifty klicks to do our washing. Still —" he laughed – "loads better than Ukraine. Miami Beach, compared.

Are you tired?" he said, looking at me closely. Was I? I was wide awake, and yet part of me was so glassed-off and numb I was practically in a coma. "If you'd rather have company? Perhaps if I build a fire in the other room? Tell me what you want." At this question, I felt a sharp rush of despair—for as bad as I felt there was nothing he could do for me, and from his face, I realized he knew that, too.

Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can truly understand us.

What I did experience when alone was a sort of general neurotic horror, a common attack of nerves and self-loathing magnified to the power of ten

They had spoken and passed like ships at sea, in this wide life, and now who could count the miles and billows between them! Never to cross or come in sight again!

Georgia hated all of them. Hated them passionately. She preferred to stay lost than ask for help from those idiots. So

She thought she'd hit rock bottom when she'd passed out in a disgusting gas station toilet, a needle stuck in her arm, lying in a puddle of someone else's urine for hours until the owner discovered her and called the police. But this—an arm's length from a crazy man who wanted to snack on her—this was the all time low.

For at least five hundred years, the Hawaiians lived in total isolation . They had no trade with the outside world, no other place to turn for the necessities of life; any islander could, with a walk to the nearest hilltop, see the limits of Hawaii's natural wealth. For all intents and purposes, they were living on a tiny, fragile planet surrounded by outer space.

In rural England, people live wrapped tight in a cocoon; only their eyes move to make sure nobody gets more than themselves. Popular education has not touched them; they communicate as their fathers did by a flick of the eyeballs, passing down grudges either improve upon or, at very least, in mint condition, from generation to generation.

Perhaps; but I am a difficult person to live with. My difficulty consists in not wanting to live with other people.

I am not the we of anyone

Pervenche glissait dans un trou profond et sombre. Ou plutôt, c'était son vieux rêve d'un boyau perforant la terre dans lequel elle rampait, les coudes serrées contre ses flacs, les genoux écorchés, avec juste assez de place pour pouvoir avancer d'une ondulation douloureuse qu'elle ne savait plus si elle avançait ou si elle reculait. Elle savait plus depuis combien de temps elle était enfermée dans cette chambre.»

El ruido de su reloj terminó por alcanzarlo, de manera progresiva, como si hubiera una fuga de agua en la que cada gota se sumara a la anterior; a fin de construir una estalactita quese moviese e insertase milímetro a milímetro en su cerebro.

Estar solo no tiene nada que ver con la cantidad de gente que te rodea.

Sometimes I felt so alone that I wish there were a bigger, longer word for alone. I tried to tell Grandma about this feeling, about my suspicion that life was nicking away pieces of me.

Bread and water will not break me, and if you choose to isolate me, I shall have only but more time to plot against my oppressors.

Most people avoid you because they can't afford you.

The biggest kick I get is to communicate with those who are exiled from the game - in hospitals, homes, prisons - those who have seldom seen a game, who can't travel to a game, those who are blind.

We spend all of our time doing that stuff instead of talking to the people right next to us, the people who know us. I don't know them and they don't know me. How can you find yourself when you're part of an infinite crowd and everybody is yelling?

S. Rainsford.

Their loss-of-comms link-up point was just a mile to the southeast. There was no sign of any other human life.

I'd slink back to my room and curl up on the bed like a fish-hook and cry until I was rusty.