Quotes About Isolation

We were surrounded by people on the platform, but we were entirely alone.

We spend our lives in worlds remote from one another. We imagine we all live together on this round earth but we do not." Samuel

Horton could tell instantly there was no one in the house, dead or alive. Death left a place much colder than this, you could smell it, taste it, and sense it. It crept up your flesh, quickened your breath, and sent your pulse racing to cope with the first shock of meeting it. But this house was empty, just a shell.

She was entrenched. She had dug a trench all around herself called Alexander , and she couldn't leave.

But first my feet will freeze and then my legs and then my insides, they will all turn to ice. And my blood, too, and my heart, and I will forget.

When I was in Colditz, that impenetrable fortress, whittling away my life, I wanted to know this." "Looks like you're still there, Shura." "No," he said. "I'm in New York, a fly on the wall, trying to see you without me.

She's silent a lot these days, thought Tully. Not just quiet, for Tally spent many quiet years in Jennifer's company, but silent. Like a voice stopped talking inside Jennifer's head and she was just sitting around waiting for her body to go silent as well. Like a TV with the sound permanently off.

You know that we all need one other person. One other person to remind us we are still human beings and not beasts.

I'm going to die, she thought. Alone, in this village, under an oak. No one will ever find me. Who in my family will come to look for me? I'm going to die here alone in the woods and turn to moss, and on Fifth Soviet they will open up another bottle of vodka and chase me down with pickles, and say, this is for our Tania.

We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.

Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.

This society gives points for pregnancy and for birthing, but after that, we isolate the mother and the baby and expect them to function the best way they can. It is very anti-family, anti-woman, anti-person!

The lack of emotional security of our American young people is due, I believe, to their isolation from the larger family unit. No two people - no mere father and mother - as I have often said, are enough to provide emotional security for a child. He needs to feel himself one in a world of kinfolk, persons of variety in age and temperament, and yet allied to himself by an indissoluble bond which he cannot break if he could, for nature has welded him into it before he was born.

The rich are always afraid.

Each of us exists as a castaway in his circumstances, and it is there, whether he wishes or not, that man must struggle to remain afloat.

El trabajo de un escritor consiste en vivir intensamente en la calle para después encerrarse solo, en un cuarto, y jugar, soñar, pensar, reflexionar, y finalmente, escribir sobre toda esa gente que ha conocido en la calle. Aunque los escritores saben que no es conveniente reconocer este proceso. Así evitan problemas y reclamaciones posteriores. Yo

The result of joining two solitudes will always be a greater solitude.

Another rationalization is that if the spouse never suspects the affair, then no damage is done. This belief ignores the fact that the distance and isolation created by the deception of an affair cause a great deal of damage to the relationship. People become strangers who don't really know each other. This makes a couple vulnerable to all kinds of problems and pressures that can eventually lead to divorce or a deadened relationship.

I don't play solitaire. It seems so lonely, somehow.

By George, the next time he found himself on the road all alone late at night, he was going to whistle along to every damn song on the radio. "That'll show them," he snarled, though he had no idea who he'd be showing nor why he nearly tore the knob off when he shut off the radio.

Behind their dark glass, the mad own nothing.

All distances are the same to those who don't meet.

Florence had noticed one or two eccentricities in herself lately, which might be the result of hard work, or of age, or of living alone. When the letters came, for example, she often found herself wasting time in looking at the postmarks and wondering whoever they could be from, instead of opening them in a sensible manner and finding out at once.

I was alone with myself, and we watched each other with steady, cold, inward eyes: the past and its consequence, the reality and its insubordinate dream.