Quotes About Isolation

I know." She sighed. "We'll all say that. We'll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it's all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we'll be here, and we'll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

Volatile people, you can't trust them, that's the thing; and they know it. So that even if they feel remorse, it does no good, and they know that too. So they get lonely. And they feel the remorse less and less, maybe. They give up.

all of them we went to Desolation, despite the

We were on our own; and so we became fundamentally different beings.

We'll all say that. We'll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it's all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we'll be here, and we'll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

We are all alone in our own life-world, flying through the universe at great speed. Humans are lucky not to face that. If they don't.

It can be nice and still be a prison.

We'll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it's all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we'll be here, and we'll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

But of course no one was listening. No one understands us, not ever.

Oh I miss you Hetti Moore But there's no one here left to tell - The world has gone black before my eyes.

But early in the twenty-first century it became clear that the planet was incapable of sustaining everyone alive at Western levels, and at that point the richest pulled away into their fortress mansions, bought the governments or disabled them from action against them, and bolted their doors to wait it out until some poorly theorized better time

Kim Stanley Robinson

Even the night sky frightens the narcissist, as presenting impossible-to-deny evidence of a world exterior to the self. Narcissists therefore tend to stay indoors, live in ideas, and demand compliance and assent from everyone they come in contact with, who are all regarded as servants, or ghosts. And as death approaches, they do their best to destroy as much of the world as they can.

Serena was forty, had never been married, and was lonelier

Serena was forty, had never been married, and was lonelier than she'd ever been in her life.

he had forgotten, if he had ever begun to understand, how small a part people played in others' lives and how little they knew about them, even if they saw them every day.

Science fiction's] most important use, I submit, is a means of dramatizing social inquiry, as providing a fictional mode in which cultural tendencies can be isolated and judged.

Thing is, I was having no luck. I couldn't even get molested in this town.

You walk down the street and people are just graveyards, really.

I felt pleasantly empty, untouched by everything around me and happy to be unseen by all.

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me...

A swarm of tiny noxious animals had bored a way into my inner man and hollowed me out.

My head was emptying and emptying, and in the end it sat light and void on my shoulders. I percieved this gaping emptiness in my head with my whole body, I felt hollowed out from top to toe.

The dark monsters out there would suck me up when night came on, and they would carry me far across the sea and through strange lands where no humans lived.