Quotes About Isolation

I'm rarely invited to feasts for the pleasure of my company.' 'You're probably not very interesting company, then.

Listen: two years ago peasants from some godforsaken

Next time..." Geralt heard the clear whisper, "next time you feel like killing yourself, Witcher, don't drag other people into it. Just hang yourself in the stable from your reins.

What's a bridge doing in this wilderness anyhow?' 'That there bridge,' Sheepbagger said, 'was built by trolls in the olden days, and whoever came this way had to pay them a pretty penny. But since folk seldom came this way the trolls were reduced to beggary. But the bridge remains.

I'm riding with them because I am a servile golem. Because I'm a wisp of oakum blown by the wind along the highway. Tell me, where should I go? And for what? At least here some people have gathered with whom I have something to talk about. People who don't break off their conversations when I approach. People who, though they may not like me, say it to my face, and don't throw stones from behind a fence.

It's not so ordinary, Yurga. I've been left… in similar situations… Like a dog…

My answer would just be a word. A word which doesn't express a feeling, doesn't express an emotion, because I'm bereft of them. A word which would be nothing but the sound made when you strike a cold, empty skull.

Czu?em si? jak wypchany czym? gorszym ni? trociny.

le village de Sfîntu Gheorghe possédait en lui une sorte d'héroïsme résigné. Soumis aux éléments, plein de précarité, condamné à l'oubli, il se blottissait contre la terre ferme, tel un nid d'hirondelles. (p. 227)

Somehow, for the most part, our parents and grandparents managed to disagree with their neighbors and still remain neighborly. And they usually did it from their front porches. Today, most of us don't even have front porches. We have retreated to the backyard, where a single opinion can be isolated and enforced by a privacy fence.

Yuri is alone in

But since she'd been old enough to operate a phone, she'd been part of the web of experiences that united everyone for all time and ensured that no matter what happened with Daniel, she'd always know which Princeton dining halls had the best desserts and how tough his practices were. Had the days of landlines and paper letters been liberating or lonely? When she pictured the world that way, it was barren and empty.

Hell is other people, said Jean-Paul Sartre. Don't take this the wrong way, but I think he means you.

In short, this was a period in which the phrase 'you're never alone with a good book' started to sound less like a promise and more like a threat.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumours to my dogs.

the hardest job is being a burden to everyone around you, when no one wants you around then you are merely useless.

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.

And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.

all white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never to be seen or touched

The touch of her hand filled me with a wild loneliness.

Nothing about him reminded me of humanity.

I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.