Quotes About Isolation

In Room I was safe and Outside is the scary.

One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country. It struck Lib now how alone in the world she was.

Fog makes an island of every man.

Sinn Féiners? (The Gaelic phrase meant us-aloners. They went around ranting that home rule wouldn't be enough now; nothing would content them but a breakaway republic.)

But what on earth had possessed her, to take a wagon this far beyond nowhere? When

I heard a knocking in my skull, and kept running to the door, but there was never anyone there.

Sometimes Artt wishes he'd never set eyes on either of these stupid men; had set out alone in search of his island. Could he have managed the voyage on his own? It might have been better to make the attempt, and die trying.

It was as if I had spent thirteen years specialising in a certain language, only to discover all its speakers had scattered and renounced their native tongue. No, worse than that, because at least dead languages could be studied. This was as if I had spent my life learning to play a certain unique instrument, only to see some crazed vandal smash it to pieces.

Jack. He'd never give us a phone, or a window. Ma takes my thumbs and squeezes them. We're like people in a book, and he won't let anybody else read it.

As far as I could tell, the whole world was a machine grinding to a halt. Across the globe, in hundreds of languages, signs were going up urging people to cover their coughs.

We're born alone and we die alone, but we get to travel with people along the way, and if you get lucky, you have a worthy consort.

get the collection of blankets and rugs from the boat. They arranged them in the corners of the little room, and thought that it would be very exciting to spend the night there. 'The two girls can sleep together on this pile of rugs,' said Julian. 'And we two boys will have this pile.' George looked as if she didn't want to be put with Anne, and classed as a girl. But Anne didn't

Ahora sí que tú y yo estamos más lejos uno del otro que dos estrellas de diferentes galaxias.

We all live in darkness, kept apart from each other by walls easily crossed but full of fake doors . . . --from the poem Epilogue (David Unger translation)

And it's amazing how much noise people ignoring each other can make.

People like me, LB, the truly great ones ... we are always alone.

In comic books, people with gifts became superheroes; in real life they became outcasts.

It's a game box. They were invented so teenagers wouldn't have to talk to grownups.

Sometimes being a genius was a burden.

But as time went by, fewer camera crews turned up at the gates each morning. After all, how many hours of drooling can an audience be expected to sit through? Gradually the LEP crews were downsized from a dozen to six and finally to a single officer per shift. Where could Opal Koboi go? the

He was gonna die here alone. He would never be great. Artemis felt his brain going spiraling off into a black tunnel. Concentrate, he told himself. Focus.

He was gonna die here alone. He would never be great. Artemis felt his brain going, spiraling off in a black tunnel. 'Concentrate,' he told himself. 'Focus.

A person who rarely leaves home, who doesn't converse with, praise, and encourage others, will not attract friends.

I find that in contemplating the natural world my pleasure is greater if there are not too many others contemplating it with me, at the same time. —Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire