Quotes About Isolation

and of course I wasn't invited,

There were times I feel left out anyway. Not in a romantic way, but a friend way.

I felt like the kid in the backseat who can't hear what the adults are talking about, it made me feel a little but invisible.

But with me he's been distant. Like even though he's right here next to me, he feels far away. Unreachable.

I think you're very special. I think you are probably one of the most special people at our school, and I wish more people knew that about you. Or maybe I don't, because sometimes it's nice to be the only one who knows something.

I'd hoped I wouldn't cry, because I knew Margot wouldn't, and it's lonely to cry alone, but I can't help it.

Even though Margot isn't a loud person, it feels quiet at home. Empty, somehow.

But there was always something just a little bit humiliating about it, like we were two leftover heels of bread and together we made a dry sandwich. We're not friends anymore.

Yes, well, today you'd make a really great Moaning Myrtle.

When you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, you only want to be with that person, and you forget about everybody else, and then when the two of you break up, you've lost all your friends. They were off doing fun stuff without you.

You know that old movie you made me watch, where the poor kid was standing outside with his nose pressed to the glass? That's how I felt.' / 'That old movie' he's referring to is Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, when Charlie is watching all the kids go hog wild at the candy store but he can't go inside because he doesn't have any money.

My whole body ached. I opened all the windows in my room and lay in the dark, just listening to the ocean. I wished the tide would carry me out and never bring me back.

It can be kind of gruesome at times, making things alone.

Being alone with yourself is increasingly unpopular.

The adjunct seems paler than usual. He isn't speaking in complete sentences. Would it be possible to...? Do you mind if...? They say when you're lonely you start to lose words.

What Rilke said: I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

Henry and I make plans to meet for coffee at the place on his block. It is hard for him to get even that far away. "I'm on house arrest," he whispers. "I'm jumping out of my skin." I wish I could give him something for his nerves, but of course, I can't. I remind myself (as I often do) never to become so addicted to drugs or alcohol that I'm not allowed to use them.

Are animals lonely? Other animals, I mean.

I read an article written by a woman living alone who got them. She talks about how depressing it is to have no one to help her with all the spraying and washing and cooking and bagging. She's spent all her money, hasn't had a date in years. I show it to my husband. "It's true. We're lucky," he says.

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.

But you could, if you were wrong and if you had a crooked heart, forget this most obvious and endearing thing and instead speak of a time you were all alone, in the country, with no one wanting a thing from you, not even love. You could say that was your happiest time. And if you did this then telling about this happiest of times would cause the person you most want to be happy to be unhappy.

We are as tired of each other's company as we are of the cold monotony of the black night and of the unpalatable sameness of our food. Physically, mentally, and perhaps morally, then, we are depressed, and from my past experience... I know that this depression will increase.

All she wants now is to go somewhere quiet and dark, she says.

I never liked to hear the doorbell ring. None of the people I liked ever turned up that way.