Quotes About Isolation

Os homens desesperados vivem em cantos. Todos os homens que amam vivem em cantos. Todos os leitores de livros vivem em cantos.

Os homens desesperados vivem pendurados no espaço à maneira das figuras pintadas nas paredes, sem respirar, sem falar, sem escutar ninguém.

Ele era como um homem que se embriagou há muito tempo e que deixou de ser capaz de abandonar a sua embriaguez.

Ele tinha a impressão de ser um pedaço de gelo que as correntes levavam para onde queriam. Mantinha a cabeça virada para a margem. Olhava a charneca na aurora onde começava a nascer e a errar a bruma. Respirava com dificuldade.

Por lo menos no supe encontrar otra cosa que me consolase tanto del pequeño exceso de soledad que se había refugiado en mí.

Seguía escrupulosamente los horarios de las Bolsas y las variaciones del Mercado de Valores. Así entretenía mis insominos. Era bastante asocial. La música me emocionaba. Era lo único que distraía la tristeza y los sedimentos de los días y su recuerdo.

We sat in good silence, for me relieved silence, watching the thick rush-hour traffic and the jammed streetcars -- all leaving us behind, leaving me feeling cast off and useless, remembering when I too hate somewhere to go, something to do.

To some, madness can be seductive, a way of getting back, of getting even. The only problem is, you can get lost forever.

The first person to really speak to me was Andy, which was lucky, since he was the least crazy. He stank, but I suspected I did too. I never took off my clothes, always ready for fight or flight, needing to feel a little armoured. Deodorant was a luxury I couldn't afford, and I wasn't about to attempt a bath in a room that didn't lock, and which was always in high demand. Not to mention that there was no plug for the tub, or hand soap, or towels, or curtain, or mat.

How can we cash out-of-town checks when don't know whether a town's still there?

When groupthink occurs, the group isolates itself from the outside world and the information it contains.

You mustn't take any notice of what I'm saying when I'm talking to myself. It's only a bad habit we fall into when we're solitary and we always say the worst to ourselves.

The loneliness of writing drives me nuts sometimes. Notice when it's going bad, it's loneliness and when it's going good it's solitude.

When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.

The medical professionals are a lot more comfortable calling it "depression" than calling it "loneliness.

It's so hard to think in winter. The world seems confined in the space of your heart; you can't see beyond yourself.

I don't have many friends," I said. "Not 'come over and eat popcorn and watch a stupid movie' friends. You and Warren are sort of it." I don't have many girlfriends. My work isn't conducive to meeting other women. "Pretty sad," Kyle commented. Then he said, "You and Warren are the only people I eat popcorn with, too.

Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium was not on any list of things he enjoyed—or things he was good at. At least no one had died. Yet.

Staying in that house alone didn't appeal to me - some ghost hunter I was. Nothing had happened, and I was already jumpy.

If you want to stay here, that's something different. But thinking that you are the only one who can possibly keep her company - that's a trap." (p. 320)

Samuel just feels that he no longer belongs, that he accomplishes nothing by his existence. Even the Omega cannot fix him.

Werewolves don't do well on their own. They need someone, pack or family, or they begin to get odd. Werewolves who get odd tend to end up dead -- and sometimes take a lot of other people down with them when they go.

They were surrounded by mountains and forest. There were no nearby houses. The closest neighbor was a half mile away.

Loneliness and fear ate at him, a loner by choice who had prided himself on his daring and courage. The