Quotes About Isolation

And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.

Aber jede noch so kleine Verbesserung meines Zustandes entfernte mich weiter von George, und in Wahrheit war seine Gesellschaft die einzige, nach der mich verlangte. Ich empfand es als Verrat, dass ich lernte ohne ihn zu leben.

Snow fell and the last traces of men were covered with a thick, white blanket. The people of Hunor and Magyar had left the headlands of wild Altain-Ula forever. The snowcapped peaks had looked at their coming and going with indifference; in twelve moons they had forgotten them. To the everlasting mountains they meant no more than the passing of dry leaves blown by the wind.

Though I couldn't see it, I knew the Atlantic was behind the buildings on the other side of the street. Everything seemed so alien that it was hard to believe I was only a few miles from Manhattan.

I sit, tired of reading. I am sick of books. I can't tell where I leave off and the books begin. I'm nobody. I'm a polluted nothing. A confessed sin, an open door, the clutterer in the clutter.

Crystal Lil, her door propped open, sits in front of the television with a pan in her lap, a brown bag at her feet. She

I'd put myself to sleep only there's nobody to do my job.

Then Jess gave himself over to the numbness that was buzzing to be let out from a corner of his brain.

Büyük bir boÅŸluÄŸuniçinden ç?karak yavaÅŸ yavaÅŸ hayata dönmeye baÅŸlad?,bu belirsizlik an?ndan daha öncesinini yaÅŸamam?? gibiydi.Sonsuz boÅŸluÄŸun içinde ne mant?k ne de an?lar vard?.Karanl?k içinde yüzen bir embriyo gibiydi,ya??yordu,nefes al?yordu ama içinde bulunduÄŸu dünyadan ve benliÄŸinden bir ÅŸekilde uzaktayd?,her ÅŸey pusluydu.

Everyone had a place. Everyone fit. Everyone belonged. Everyone but Anna Mae.

this, they've never felt that, they no longer feel anything, they don't count anymore. I think it's small-minded. I wish there were more people over sixty here, to tell you the truth.

Up there in my snug sweet tower, I felt I'd made landfall in the shoals of shifting clouds. Far enough from the crowds to relish the crowds.

It troubles me that among my few remaining acquaintances there is no one with whom I can share my enthusiasm for these new things.

Solitude enrobed me like a long, warm coat.

Canyons of incomprehension yawn between me and most other human beings, and I keep acting as if it's possible for me to reach across and join them on their side, to span the gap between who they believe me to be and who I really am.

Among the men, only Whit kept his face clean-shaven; how he did it in the absence of privacy and clean water, I'll never know. I also knew that our major kept up a strong front during the day, his cheer unflagging, but wept uncontrollably while asleep in his funkhole.

Security, the dignity we loved, were nowhere. So ugliness boiled up within us and resentment at the outer world which we were told was responsible for our catastrophes. The Germans in their pride and their despair began to make a fetish of their enforced isolation from the security of the normal world. It is a truism that the wider world a man feels himself to be a part of, the less likely he is to be seduced by notions of the superiority of some narrow group.

To be unloved is not easy.

completely alone. He could not imagine being more completely alone as he gazed up at the tree that seemed to vanish into the clouds. He sighed and muttered, "So alone, so alone." And yet, deep inside him

It was only when we were in that bed, high above the world - then I thought the birds could have been circling around our bodies circled around each other - that we made our world totally separated from everything else. It was the only way we could be together.

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All the people around Hester hate her and despise her and think she's a total freak. The kid's beyond human law and human consideration. How do you feel about yourself when every human being you hear and see and smell every day of your being thinks you're worse than garbage? Your conception of who you are has always, at least partially, depended on how the people around you behaved towards you... You don't know. How can you know anything? How can you know anything? You begin to go crazy.

old people have to go to children's or most often to rest homes where they are shunted into wheelchairs and made as fast as possible into zombies cause it's easier to handle a zombie, if you have to handle anything, than a human.

Those who wake at this hour feel a lonely separation from everyone but night birds and ghost crabs, never imagining the legion of kindred souls scattered in the darkness, who stare at ceilings and pace floors and look out windows and covet and worry and mourn.