Quotes About Isolation

When the children were very small I spent weeks alone with them high up in the Welsh hills and I used to lose the power of speech. I would return to London bereft of all vocabulary, communicating in grunts and diddums talk. You feel a fool asking, for instance, Professor Sir Alfred Ayer if he would care for an icky bitty more soup in his ickle bowl.

She had been privileged and protected like a pig in a diamond-encrusted pigsty lined with red velvet cushions.

I'd die if I was Madonna. I'd die. God, what a horrible way to live. And Michael Jackson! To be so famous and to feel so isolated. I feel so bad for them. I don't know how it feels, and I hope it never happens to me.

Jij bent echt anders. Je zit als het ware in je eigen wereldje opgesloten en bekijkt ons vanaf de zijlijn maar je raakt er nooit echt bij betrokken. Je lijkt wel zo'n antropoloog die ons als een primitieve stam bestudeert. Daar krijgen mensen de kriebels van. - Donna (tegen Claire)

It was a vicious cycle, though. The more gratification we found in our own geniuses, the more isolated we grew.

It was a vicious circle, though. The more gratification we found in our own geniuses, the more isolated we grew. Our home was like an artists' colony. We ate together, but otherwise were absorbed in our separate pursuits. And in this isolation, our creativity took on an aspect of compulsion.

They ply us with chamomile tea and sleeping pills and bake us soporific casseroles. They shove us into bedrooms and cover us with heavy blankets and beg us to sleep, to stay out of the way, to remain unconscious so they won't have to endure the discomfort of having to talk to us.

Lucia began to write with the new pen on a green suitcase afternoons after tea hour during the loneliest hours in an institution of the type of Barnaderg Bay, between tea and bed—the dark and gloomy, often wet hours of the day for half the year, and the poignantly light and melancholy, also often wet hours of the day during the second half of the year.

She's never really wanted to be the only person, she's never been such a fan of being alone.

Maybe Ian doesn't come from london at all, but from Idaho. And not the potato part of Idaho, but the crazy, inbred parents locking their children up in a cabin, away from schooling and vitamins, guarding 'em safe with a twelve-gauge shotgun, part of Idaho.

If only they would all just leave me alone with my books and my letters, I would be content to let life, and the world pass me by

I steel myself to ignore his taunts and his coarse language. I no longer care what he says or does. It doesn't matter anymore. I am detached, contained in my own private world where he cannot reach me. It is my last refuge.

Tallal, Lawrence relates, gave a moan like a hurt animal. Then he rode off to higher ground and remained there for some moments, shivering violently and staring after the retreating Turks. Lawrence moved to speak with him, but Auda caught his rein and stopped him. In one blow, in one moment, Tallal had lost every person in the world who mattered to him. and the older Auda, wiser in this matter than lawrence, realized that Tallal now had nothing left to live for.

Modernity promised that all human beings would be treated equally. Women took that promise seriously and rebelled against the old order. Women, now liberated and with equal careers, nevertheless find they still desire to have children, but have no basis for claiming that men should assume a responsibility for them. So nature weighs more heavily on women. In the old order they were subordinated and dependent on men; in the new order they are isolated, needing men, but not able to count on them.

She'd retreated inside again, the nightmares drowning her.

Only on the Internet can a person be lonely and popular at the same time.

No man would ever use both hands to hold a cup of tea, unless he was one day's march from the South Pole, with one chum dead in the snow, dogs all eaten and six fingers about to drop off. And even then he would look around the empty tent to check, in case anybody thought it was girly.

Nothing is different here and now than it used to be: The people whom I need most are gone, and the ones who remain do nothing to help me get to where I need to go. Different names, different faces, but the end result is still the same.

After Megan's death, Tyler spiraled downward into an abyss of steely blankness, as if Megan were the only color in his life, and without it, there was only white, black, and gray. He numbed his pain with booze, and slowly, wrenchingly, pulled away from all of us, isolating himself in an angry cocoon, where none of us could reach him and he didn't want to be reached.

So you just...left?' Zach huffed. 'All the cool kids are doing it.

Ooh, the silent treatment.

Eventually, we all end up alone.

So I stared out at that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.

She really wants to be my friend, I realize, and suddenly I feel very sorry for her. She doesn't know what a terrible thing it is she's asking for.