Quotes About Isolation

Fear is the loneliest feeling. You can be in a throng of people, but if you're afraid, you're on your own.

It stood. It faced me. Dark, dark against the sea. I saw its arms hanging at its sides. I saw that one shoulder was higher than the other. I saw its wet round head.

Zwart ijs... Witte beren, rood bloed. Ze zoeken het oog van de adder... In het oog gaan is in het donker gaan. Misschien kun je de weg naar buiten vinden, Wolfjongen. Maar wanneer je eenmaal binnen bent, zul je nooit meer heel zijn. Een deel van je blijft daar beneden. In het donker. - De Loper

Voor jou is het anders... Nee, dat is het niet, wilde ze wel uitschreeuwen. Snap je dan niet dat jij en Wolf de eerste vrienden zijn die ik ooit heb gehad? - Renn

When I first met you,' Pirra said levelly, 'we were stuck on an island with no food and no water. But we survived.' 'That was different.' 'I know, but if anyone can survive out here, it's you.

Heeft je vader het ooit over de Zieleneters gehad?' Torak fronste. 'Nee. Daar heb ik nog nooit van gehoord.' 'Dan moet je de enige in het hele Woud zijn.' … 'Waarom heetten ze Zieleneters?' vroeg hij, bijna zonder zijn lippen te bewegen. 'Aten ze echt zielen?' 'Wie weet? De mensen werden bang, en wanneer mensen bang zijn, worden geruchten tot waarheid.

En de uitgestotene? Spannen ze met hem samen?' 'Nee,' mompelde het meisje. 'Maar ze zijn wel met hem verbonden. Hij door het bot, zij door het hart.

Renn is helemaal alleen en dat... dat wezen kan wel overal zijn.' 'Dat kan me niet schelen.' 'Jawel, dat kan je wel schelen. Als Renn iets zou overkomen, zou je het jezelf nooit vergeven.

I'm twenty-eight years old and I hate my life. I never have the time or the energy to work out how to change it. On Sundays I trail round a museum to keep warm, or lose myself in a library book, or fiddle with the wireless. But Monday's already looming. And always I've got this panicky feeling inside, because I know I'm getting nowhere, just keeping myself alive. Tacked

I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.

Maybe if everyone walked around being in touch with each other's hidden pain it could work out and even be beautiful, but it doesn't feel safe to be the only compassionate person on the planet.

pinned down by a ferocious storm which

Thank you for leaving us alone but giving us enough attention to boost our egos.

All serial killers fixate in the latency phase, although they will also fixate in one or more of the other psychosexual phases. They always feel like outsiders.

serial killers report themselves as very lonely children who felt alienated and isolated from their peers. During their latency phases they did not learn to socialise, they did not learn to empathise with others and they did not incorporate moral and ethical values.

Serial killers do not belong, not to anyone.

Wilken was ostracised by his peers who teased him about his adoptive status. He also had to fight for survival in the reformatory where he was sodomised. He had little chance to socialise and learn empathy for others.

I understand serial killers' emptiness.

He did not want the girlfriends any longer but he also did not want anyone else to have them. This is yet another example of a serial killer treating his victims like objects because of a lack of socialisation during the latency phase.

Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.

Suburb: a place that isn't city, isn't country, and isn't tolerable.

In prison there's no bad, everything's worse. Worse bellyache, worse misery, worse sadness--the worst of the worst. Jailers and judges seem like people without reason, deranged. Compliance with rules and regulations which have nothing to do with reality turns them into madmen, at least they seem such to those not under the strange influence of the law.

Isolation is the worst possible counselor.

Only by himself could he feel himself, only by himself he could tell himself 'I am me' Before others, among the busy and distracted crowd, he didn't feel himself. Almost every man lives subconsciously in boredom. Boredom is the pit of life, it was boredom what invented games, distractions, romances and love.