Quotes About Isolation

Standing alone doesn't mean I'm alone, it means I'm strong enough to handle things all by myself.

Fake a smile, laugh aloud, live your life, show them you're strong...But in the end, they'll never know that you're always alone.

The worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if your okay, and when they ask you burst into tears.

You only call me when you needed someone to keep you company.

I feel like I'm the social network MySpace...always there even after you used and replaced me.

He dont call me one and only, he just calls me when he gets lonley.

Hanging onto hope might make you feel better but it just makes me feel alone.

Life without you is like; Facebook without friends, Youtube without videos, and Google with no results...

The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care.

Life isn't the prison of solitude. The prison of love is life. To be free is to isolate yourself from the tribe.

Once again, I wished that someone else were there on the island. Not to commiserate now, but to cherish him with me. I would say, Look, can you believe it? We have come through the rocks and winds. I failed him, yet he is a sweet wonder of this world.

I walked back through those corridors. My mind was bare, my skin bristling as if it would rise off my flesh. Every noise, every touch, the stones beneath my feet, the splash of fountains from a window, crept evilly upon my senses. The air had a stinging weight like ocean waves. I felt myself a stranger to the world.

I always seemed to be in a lull, a strange pocket of emptiness into which no men came, and I was never threatened.

The room turned gray, then white. The bed felt cold without him, and too large. I heard no sounds, and the stillness frightened me. It is like a tomb. I rose and rubbed my limbs, slapped them awake, trying to ward off a rising hysteria. This is what it will be, every day, without him. I felt a wild-eyed tightness in my chest, like a scream. Every day, without him.

Their whispers choked me, turned the food in my mouth to ash. I pushed away my plate and sought out corners and spare halls where I might sit undisturbed, except for the occasional passing servant. My narrow world narrowed further: to the cracks in the floor, the carved whorls in the stone walls. They rasped softly as I traced them with my fingertip.

My days had narrowed to the ambit of my eyes and my fingers' ends.

all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within it.

That is what exile meant: no one was coming, no one ever would. There was fear in that knowledge,

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

kimse taraf?ndan rahats?z edilmeden oturabilece?im kö?eler, bo? koridorlar arad?m. Küçücük dünyam daha da küçülmü?, zemindeki çatlaklara, duvarlardaki sarmal kabartmalara kadar daralm??t?. Parma??m?n ucunu üzerlerinde gezdirirken çatlaklar ve kabartmalar hafif f?s?lt?larla konu?uyordu.

No one spoke to me. I was easy to ignore. It was not so very different from home, really.

Daedalus did not long outlive his son. His limbs turned grey and nerveless, and all his strength was transmuted into smoke. I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near into yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

The world around me narrowed to the pounding of my feet, and the next dusty length of road.

But I barely noticed these things. I thought only of the small island flung out somewhere in front of me, and the fair-haired boy I hoped I would find there.