Quotes About Isolation

The world is dark and quiet, except for the soft rustling of leaves and the cry of a a wolf in the distance.

The mountain was a kingdom of isolation, and it looked like she was the queen. She'd keep going in that direction until she found the trolls or her legs gave out. She wasn't even tired. And the cold never bothered her, anyway.

Instead, she curled up into ball and stared at the pink wallpaper where a potrait of her as a child stared back at her.That girl was smiling and happy.She had a family. Now she had none.

Isolation concentrates every struggle. The longer we keep our heartaches tucked away in the dark, the more menacing they become. Pulling them into the light among trusted people who love you is, I swear, 50 percent of the recovery process.

Loneliness can be a prison, but we have keys. You needn't wait for someone to open the bars. If you can make a pot of chili and use a cell phone, then you can create community.

One week later, he lies in the hospital room, his breath moving deliberately in and out of his body. He feels as if he has been in this small room forever, that his home life is a blurry dream he cannot really remember. He moves his feet in circles, first the left, then the right. Their swelling has not stopped., and he knows that soon he will be unable to move them at all.

You're not so different from Kiernan anyway. You both have lived long enough to lose friends—too long, maybe. Perhaps that's why the Minstrel wears a mask and keeps people at arm's length: he too knows the pain of loving too much.

Iceland is a little country far north in the cold sea.

She told me not to even try. Said you were... as frigid as a nun and as cold as ice." That one actually stung.

Holding the knife with the blade against my palm, it became so clear how my life would only contain shadows now. Shadows of things gone; not just the people themselves but everything connected to them. Was this my future? Every moment, every tiny thing I saw and did and touched, weighted by loss. Every space in this house and my town and the world in general, empty in a way that could never be filled.

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

Usually the last thing anyone or anything needs is me.

Because I don't care anymore, Ms. Beezemeyer, I want to say. Not about Amade Malherbeau, my classes, college or much of anything. Because the gray world I've managed to live in for the past two years has started to turn black around the edges.

So, besides Ava being lost in a swamp full of homicidal maniacs, and Astrid swimming off to meet the king of homicidal maniacs, what other insurmountable problems are we facing tonight? - Sera

I am. No doubt about it. I like humiliating Cooper. I like causing him pain. It feels good. It feels better than his dad's whiskey, better than his mom's weed. Because for just a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

He was beyond damaged. He was broken. Smashed to bloody pieces. He was alone in the world without the one person who could make him whole. And he always would be.

But eating was the last thing on my mind. And I didn't see how Miss Wilcox could eat, or teach, or sleep or ever find any reason to leave this room. Not with all these books in it, just begging to be read.

She was sorry for all the grim-tale girls locked in lonely towers. Trapped in sugar houses. Lost in the dark woods, with a huntsman coming to cut out their hearts.

Sadness enfolded her like a long black cape.

It's often the small things that hurt the most—a cold glance, a cutting word, laughter that stops when you enter the room.

some mornings... I sit at the kitchen table shaking salt into the hairs on my arm, and a feeling shoves up in me: it's finished. Everything went past without me.

No one is waiting for me. In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for.

That's what death is, Danny thought: wanting to talk to someone and not being able to.

They were snobs or idiots or both...yet she was inexplicably crushed by their coldness.