Quotes About Isolation

I think she knows she's made a terrible, irreversible mistake, but she can't stop because if she did, she'd have to acknowledge the mistake and the fact that people really don't care. They just think she's a freak.

She saw more blood in the snow that winter than she had in the whole of her life.

After a while I decided he was calculating camera angles and placement, studying pedestrian traffic patterns, gauging penetration zones, and it became obvious that he didn't see people at all, that I could smile and wave at him every time he looked my way and he wouldn't notice me. I would be just another data point, part of a flow pattern, a consumer unit.

Perhaps there was no magic for faling off your own mount and dying alone and unmasked.

Her mother couldn't read. Her mother hadn't noticed the signs of a bad winter. Cian wasn't even there. Hereswith was far away, and Fursey. She had taken a double risk and there was no one to help her.

The loft was as I remembered-rich carpet, polished floors, and stark brick support pillars all brilliantly lit, even with no one at home-only now whenever I looked I saw that unfeeling mind at work, controlling, manipulating, hiding.

They both turned to look at me and I wondered how a person could become the outsider so fast.

Here I know nobody; nobody knew me.

Port Central had become a sophisticated prison for its inmates, while the natives roamed a whole world.

Command isolated her more effectively than a deadly disease.

Indifference was her cloak and shield.

The philosopher is not the spokesman of his age, but an angel imprisoned in time.

The individual seeks out the heat of the crowd, in this century, to protect himself against the cold emanating from the corpse of the world.

El suicidio más acostumbrado en nuestro tiempo consiste en pegarse un balazo en el alma.

El suicidio más acostumbrado en nuestro tiempo es pegarse un balazo en el alma.

The "ivory tower" has a bad reputation only among the inhabitants of intellectual hovels.

Not intelligence but vanity reproaches "intellectual isolation".

Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.

Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; we can never reenter it once we are on the outside.

I think I jump around more when I'm alone.

I cannot get close to any you.

there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.

If there was one thing she knew by then, by age twenty-two, it was that she had to get far away and stay away. Here in his world she was trapped in an intolerable corner, which seemed to grow tighter and tighter each year. And now no place in America felt right.