Quotes About Isolation

If there's life on other planets, then the earth is the Universe's insane asylum.

In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.

The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.

I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.

Be still my tongue, for i know not what to say; My life is lived in darkness and here i will remain.

If you want to destroy something in this life, be it an acne, a blemish or the human soul, all you need to do is to surround it with thick walls. It will dry up inside.

Was our life nothing more than a sequence of anonymous screams in a desert of indifferent stars?

Mine has been a life of much shame. I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.

Soon after, there comes the crunch of boots, and, disoriented, you shout, 'Annihilation! Annihilation!

What's outside the border when you're inside it?" "What's the border when you're inside it?" "What's the border when someone is outside it?" "Why can't the person inside see the person outside?

Everything added to her and everything taken away had led to that moment and from her perch she had radiated love for every animal she could not help, with nothing left over for any human being.

May 6. No prott. But I have been having very odd thoughts.

I marveled at the fact that I had been given such a gift: not just to lose myself in the present moment so utterly but also to have such solitude, which was all I had ever craved

We knew that members of the second expedition to Area X had committed suicide by gunshot and members of the third had shot each other.

Anonymity amongst the wreckage of the earth. This is what I sought. And a good pair of boots for when it got cold.

Writing a book and going underground are so similar. That fear of the unknown never really goes away. But, after a while, it becomes a perverse comfort

Although nothing has yet come out of the sea, from the ruined village figures have emerged and headed for the Tower.

It wasn't true wilderness, was comfortingly close to civilization, but existed just enough apart to create a boundary. This was what most people wanted: to be close to but not part of . They didn't want the fearful unknown of a "pristine wilderness". They didn't want a soulless artificial life, either.

Even as Control said it, he had known that he was also telling her he didn't mind leaving her there, alone, on the other side.

You don't go home at night with it in your stomach, in your bones. In a few weeks, when you have seen everything, you will have been living with it for a long time, too. You will be just like us—only more so, because it is getting worse.

He sat up abruptly in bed, stifled another cough. Someone was in his lighthouse. More than one person. Whispering. Or maybe even shouting, the sound by the time it infiltrated the brick and stone, the wood and steel, brought to him through a distance, a time, that he couldn't know. The irrational thought that he was hearing the ghosts of dozens of lighthouse keepers all at once, in a kind of threnody, the condensed chorus of a century. Another phantom sound?

But how is that different from any other godforsaken stretch of coast half off the grid?" There were still dozens of them all across the country. Places that were poison to real-estate agents, with little infrastructure and a long history of distrust of the government.

Another week passes into grey oblivion. You're a slow dream, an autumn freeze, a ship on the doldrums. Thoughts come slow and ponderous, like deep sea fish floating heavy and memory-bound to the surface; coelacanth reborn.

Desolation tries to colonize you.