Quotes About Isolation

When you're alone, it's easy to be afraid.

How terrible to be surrounded by the stark sharp hollowness of things that simply were enough.

I have been alone for most of my life. But rarely have I felt it so much as at that moment. I knew one person within four hundred miles, and he'd been ordered to keep away from me. I was unfamiliar with the culture, barely competent with the language, and the burning all across my back and face was a constant reminder of how much I was unwelcome. The food was good though.

I do not have much in me that might encourage a woman to make long habit of my company.

widow, fairly wealthy, fairly young,

When you're alone, it's easy to be afraid. It's easy to focus on what might be lurking in the dark at the bottom of the cellar steps. It's easy to obsess on unproductive things, like the madness of stepping into a storm of spinning knives. When you're alone it's easy to sweat, panic, fall apart …

I HAD BEEN IN Tarbean for years at this point. Three birthdays had slipped by unnoticed and I was just past fifteen.

When you're alone, it's easy to be afraid. It's easy to focus on what might be lurking in the dark at the bottom of the cellar steps. It's easy to obsess on unproductive things, like the madness of stepping into a storm of spinning knives. When you're alone it's easy to sweat, panic, fall apart … But I wasn't alone.

Caiu uma tonelada de ferro batido. Se houvesse alguém olhando, teria notado que a roda caiu mais depressa do que a gravidade poderia explicar. Teria notado que ela caiu enviesada, quase como se fosse atraída pelo dracus. Quase como se o próprio Tehlu a tivesse direcionado para a fera com mão vingativa. Mas não havia ninguém para ver a verdade das coisas. E não havia nenhum deus a guiá-la. Apenas eu.

No sabía con certeza de qué huía, a menos que fuera de la gente. Esa era otra lección que había aprendido, quizá demasiado bien: la gente hacía daño.

but when I moved to kiss her she pushed me to arm´s length, snorting as if to clear her nose. She told me I reeked of iron and sent me into the forest telling me not to return until I got the bitter stink of it from my face

A thin layer of dust covered everything, and I doubted anyone had been in the room for decades. I have a vast weakness for secret things.

No sabía con certeza de qué huía, a menos que fuera de la gente.

The old man was going from nowhere to nowhere. He had no hat for his head and no pack for his back. He had not a penny or a purse to put it in. He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it in the chill metal of a dozen locks turned tight to keep the night away.

When you're alone, it's easy to be afraid. It's easy to focus on what might be lurking in the dark at the bottom of the cellar steps. It's easy to obsess on unproductive things, like the madness of stepping into a storm of spinning knives. When you're alone it's easy to sweat, panic, fall apart … But

He had escaped the abhorrent taint! He was truly completely alone! He was the only human being in the world!

if you could not close a door behind you to take a shit in the city - even if it was just the door to a shared toilet - if this one, most essential freedom was taken away from you, the freedom, that is, to withdraw from other people when necessity called, then all other freedoms were worthless. Then life had no more meaning. Then it would be better to be dead.

He was so full of disgust, disgust at the world and at himself, that he could not weep.

Until now he had thought that it was the world in general he had wanted to squirm away from. But it was not the world, it was the people in it.

And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!

He no longer yearned for his life in the cave. He had experienced that life once and it had proved unlivable. Just as had his other experience - life among human beings. He was suffocated by both worlds. He no longer wanted to live at all.

He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating - and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived in the wide world outside.

He was a master in the art of spreading boredom and playing the clumsy fool-though never so egregiously that people might enjoy making fun of him or use him as the butt of some crude practical joke inside the guild. He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.