Quotes About Isolation

The grief hits her hard one day. the way it can't be controlled. The way that yesterday can be good and so can the day before, and so can the week and fortnight before that, but then today comes and she's back to zero. How she can't type words into her computer or even press the in-box for her mail. The effort it takes to walk. How words can't form in her mouth and how her blood feels paralyzed.

Phaedra of Alonso's death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

Sometimes your whole system just shuts down and you wake up in the morning and everything's black and no matter how much people speak to you and try to talk you out of it and tell you everything's okay, it doesn't work.

I wrote to you for a year and you never wrote back. I rang you over and over again and you would never come to the phone. What part of that gives the impression that I didn't care? ~Jonah Griggs

Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" Did I wonder? When you see your parents zipped up in black body bags on the Jellicoe Road like they're some kind of garbage, don't you know? Wonder dies.

Before I can finish, he turns away and sits down, his back to me, as if I was never there. I stare at the back of his head. There's something about it that makes me want to commit a violent act with a blunt instrument.

He's only slept with us when he's cold and lonely." "Isaboe, he is a hound. He will feign loneliness the rest of his life just to lie on this bed,. My bed. I was the king of this bed.

And for Narnie, hours without them went by, and then days, and then weeks. And in between those seconds and minutes and hours and day and weeks was the most acute sense of loneliness she'd ever experienced

And in that dark silence where it seems that everyone is someplace but me, it all comes back.

They're all gone. Everyone's dead

I wasn't there that day to get on the three forty seven to Yass,' he says. "I was there to throw myself in front of it

can you see what I see? No I don't think you can I can see images of nothing and I attempt to make that nothingness into something As hard as I try there is still nothing and that nothing is meaningless I am somewhere else now, outside I am surrounded by people and the blueness of the sky but still nothing has changed Everything remains the same I am still alone

Just ask me how I'm feeling," I want to say. "Just ask and I may tell you." But no one does.

I can hazard a guess, but I'll never know/ Why you put these walls up, I can't get through/It's as though you want to be lonely and blue.

I think my family has come a long way. The sad thing is that so many haven't. So many have stayed in their own little world. Some because they don't want to leave it, others because the world around them won't let them in.

Di le preguntaba algo sobre ellos me decía solamente que ya no quedaba nadie y que si se permitía experimentar toda la tristeza que eso le provocaba, nunca podría volver a funcionar como una persona normal.

Si le preguntaba algo sobre ellos me decía solamente que ya no quedaba nadie y que si se permitía experimentar toda la tristeza que eso le provocaba, nunca podría volver a funcionar como una persona normal.

For there's nothing to say when you're dead to the world.

Little people irritate me. I felt like this monstrous giant alongside them.

But no one came back

I'm a waste of space.

It's what depression does to a person; it changes them completely.

He knew how it felt to be on the perimeter of relationships, to feel as if you'd never quite belong.

But then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here--and you haven't even died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door.