Quotes About Isolation

I can feel shutters banging closed in his head, the locks to every door turning sharply. Even his body is tense now,

I can look back at different times in my life when I felt I could not find my way out of whatever it was. I'm not necessarily talking about marriage, but I wanted to pack it in. I wanted to disappear. A lot of that has to do with being in the public eye.

I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.

Bumfuck Nowhere and Left Ass Cheek of Yemen.

I'll be on the couch, bleeding through a number two pencil.

Crick had arrived and stumbled into the house, intent on rest and quiet before he killed himself to escape the pain.

All alone in an empty room.

The first was that Aiden bought himself a pair of earplugs.

Every night at eight o'clock my parents quietly retired, either to the den or the bedroom, where they would work or read or hang upside down like bats for all I ever knew about them. But not Mr.

Moons decay. Stars explode. That leaves me where I am. All alone in an empty room.

I think it's good for a person to spend time alone. It gives them an opportunity to discover who they are and to figure out why they are always alone.

I grew up where my parents would literally shove me in the car rather than have to say hello to a neighbor.

Segregate an ill cat from the others, especially if they're treating him poorly.

Segregate the kitty returning from the vet in a room alone for at least half a day. That gives him time to self-groom and remove all the icky clinic smell from his fur,

The suffering of mental illness, whether for the afflicted or for their families, is typically marked by isolation. When people desperately need to experience the love and empathy of their fellow human beings and to know that their Creator has not abandoned them, many reach out and are shocked to touch the church's painfully cold shoulder.

You don't know what it's like to have to hide all the time.

Alongside the need to be coupled is an equally compelling need to be left utterly alone.

Las lágrimas que no vertía ante los demás fueron rodeando poco a poco su corazón, puesto que caían hacia dentro. Formaron una cobertura, como una urna de cristal, que lo separaba y protegía. Y fue alejándolo también, cada vez más, de cuanto la rodeaba.

Ya no temblaba. No sentía. Todo huía de mí, como los pájaros de Andersen, hacia las Tierras Calientes. No podía llorar, y me tendí suavemente en el suelo mientras oía, o creía oír, el despacioso vaivén de la puerta del pasillo, perdiendo fuerza. Y un campanilleo medio sofocado por el silencio, el silencio que iba repitiendo una voz sin sonido: «Ven, ven, ven…». Fue la primera vez que me morí.

Le invitaban a vino, tal vez deseaban oír sus quejas, sus lamentaciones, su odio. Pero no podían oirlo («porque tal vez nada de esto existe. Nada más que soladad o indiferencia, nada más que una corteza de hombre, triste caparazón»).

Alicia en el mundo del espejo", pensé, más de una vez, contemplándome en él, desnuda y desolada con un gran deseo de atravesar su superficie, que parecía gelatinosa. Tristísima imagen aquella -la mía-, de ojos asustados, que era, tal vez, la imagen misma de la soledad.

Sólo se sabía prisionero de aquel íntimo deseo, de aquel sueño, de aquella fiebre de la que nadie hacía partícipe. Pues esta sed era mayor que todas las sedes, y esta hambre, mayor que hambre alguna.

Depression is not madness, it's just depression, the loser version, the low-energy response to bad stuff that happens in your life. When you're depressed, you think you're the only one to have ever tasted this kind of hurt. And that lonely self-regard brings with it its own painful pleasure.

Whatever one may do, one is always alone in the world. That is what he wishes to say. He is right. You may always explain: you never are understood.