Quotes About Isolation

I picture him always like he's looking at us through glass—windshields, sliding patio doors.

Once, a few weeks ago, she'd heard a girl's voice in there and wondered if it was porn on the computer until she could tell it wasn't. She heard the voice say Eli's name. E-liii. She'd turned her music as loud as she could, held her hands to her ears, even sang to herself, eyes clamped shut. She hoped he heard her fling off her Ked so hard it hit the wall. She hoped he remembered she was here.

About Devon, about the lonesomeness of her daughter's life, about—

And no sound from outside or anywhere. That must be the thing when you have money, I think. You never have to hear anything you don't want to, ever.

Where'd that world go, that world when you're a kid, and now I can't remember noticing anything, not the smell of the leaves or the sharp curl of dried maple on your ankles, walking? I live in cars now, and my own bedroom, the windows sealed shut, my mouth to my phone, hand slick around its neon jelly case, face closed to the world, heart closed to everything.

She said I'd better not make her unhappy because I oughta know that she's never unhappy alone.

Again, that sense of being stifled, cloistered, removed from the world and locked away.

If there was a family in the world to which I did not belong, it was my own.

I might be alone, but i'm never lonely.

Silence is the cruelest means of rejection, even if it only masks confusion or regret. The

I feel better when I am not around people. When I am alone, alone, alone.

I may feel like a social outcast but im not really one. I think im an outcast inasmuch as I want to be left alone by people I cant stand which isn't really the same thing as true social ostracization now is it?

I MAY FEEL LIKE A SOCIAL OUTCAST BUT IM NOT REALLY ONE TARYN NOW SHE'S A SOCIAL OUTCAST BUT IM NOT REALLY ONE TARYN NOW SHE'S A SOCIAL OUTCAST I THINK IM AN OUTCAST INASMUCH AS I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE BY PEOPLE I CAN'T STAND WHICH ISNT REALLY THE SAME THING AS TRUE SOCIAL OSTRACIZATION NOW IS IT?

No ride. So I couldn't go home. No plan. No boyfriend. No job.

But there are other words for privacy and independence. They are isolation and loneliness.

But in the outside world, in places (on the rare occasions I visited them) where the vast blankness of the land and sky made even the enormous supermarkets seem tiny, where, to many, words like "Vassar" were just a random sequence of letters, where weather mattered more than most anything else, I often felt lost, irrelevant, fatuous. I

what happens to patients who don't have the energy or the means to persevere in connecting their disconnected doctors, he said, "They fall through the cracks, and they suffer in their own world, alone.

To become chronically ill is not only to have a disease that you have to manage, but to have a new story about yourself, a story that many people refuse to hear—because it is deeply unsatisfying, full of fits and starts, anger, resentment, chasms of unruly need. My own illness story has no destination.

Alphonse Daudet observes in In the Land of Pain. "Everyone will get used to it except me.

But there is a discomfort that surrounds grief. It makes even the most well-intentioned people unsure of what to say. And so many of the freshly bereaved end up feeling even more alone.

Bridge is nowhere; over the bridge, you feel an emptiness inside you. Bridge is nowhere.

Everybody lives in this world, except lovers! They live in an isolated small place called 'You and I' planet!

Fame is like a castle. Castles are beautiful to dream and wonderful to watch, but too encircled to live in!

Fame is like a suffocating castle sieged by the enemy.