Quotes About Isolation

Cómo es posible que los hombres invisibles estén más solos cuando consiguen que todo el mundo los vean?

But what good is being smart when you speak words and no one hears the ones you mean?

It feels like a threat. It feels like the world changing and leaving you behind.

Although doesn't really matter how many time you do it: you think it's going to make your life less lonely, but it never does.

My heart is broken, broken in a way that will never be healed, broken in a way that feels like it's going to kill me, too, right here on this stupid, freezing beach

Oblivion is purgatorial and grey. He is passably conscious, not asleep but not quite awake either, as if disconnected from everything, unable to move or think or receive input, able to exist.

Poor critter, Doc thought. Marooned here like Robinson Crusoe. And we're the cannibal savages.

Há mais de dez anos que fumadores como ele eram perseguidos e caçados pelos indivíduos bons e saudáveis, com pulmões rosa, deste mundo. Em breve os fumadores seriam afastados para o campo, na província.

Some communities began to resemble a zombie movie, as the phenomenon claimed one citizen after another, sending previously well-adjusted, functioning adults into a spiral of dependence and addiction. You could spot them out and about, pillheads, fiending outside the mini-mall, or nodding off in a parked car, a toddler bawling in the backseat.

I guess I'm destined to be loveless

When left to its own devices it tends to make me look as if I've been set afire.

I realized how common this feeling is. I've had person after person tell me that they empathize with Auri. That they know where she's coming from. I didn't expect that. I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.

You know what's strange?" I said to him through the door. "I tried to think of something funny I could do while you were gone, but I couldn't." I looked around at the room. "I think that means humor is rooted in social transgression. I can't transgress because I can't figure out what would be socially unacceptable. Everything seems the same to me.

Cuando estás muerto, nadie te busca. Los viejos enemigos no intentan ajustar cuentas contigo. La gente no te busca para que le narres historias.

I guess I'm doomed to die loveless.

Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

She felt flat and scraped as an old hide. Dry as paper written on both sides.

Pero all no había nadie que pudiera ver cómo secedió todo. Y no había ningún Dios que guiara la rueda. Solo estaba yo.

so fresh in a building with no windows.

I don't remember starting out that morning, but I do remember trying to sleep and feeling quite alone except for a dull, bittersweet ache.

Sentirse solo era terrible.

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name.

Both ends of Wains were blocked by fallen rock and earth, but in the middle it was clean as a crucible. Everything dry and tight as you please. No damp. No mold. No drafts to bring in dust. Altogether men or no, it was a seemly place, so Auri was careful to comport herself with full decorum. There were twelve oak doors lining the hall. All fine and tight and bound in brass. Over her long years in the Underthing, Auri had opened three of them.

When you're alone it's easy to sweat, panic, fall apart …