Quotes About Isolation

I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.

She stands and moves within the invisible pentacle of her own virginity. She is an unbroken egg: she is a sealed vessel; she has inside her a magic space the entrance to which is shut tight with a plug of membrane; she is a closed system; she does not know how to shiver.

Pero había en mí una desolación infinita, la sensación, inexpresable en palabras, de que nada en aquel mundo ligaba, de que todo estaba torcido y que no había ningún ser humano ni uno solo, en quien apoyarse.

I like to hide behind the characters I play. Despite the public perception, I am a very private person who has a hard time with the fame thing.

That, dillop brain, is what getting close to the Darke does. It makes you think only of yourself. It takes you away from people you care about. And now you don't have anyone to talk to and it serves you right.

Wolf Boy thought he wouldn't know one notice from another. And anyway, what was a Quarantine? Wolf Boy imagined a horrible monster,

You are not to go out until something has been done about this Sickenesse.

Averages are no consolation to those who have been left behind.

As I lay there in my bed, with only the armor of my eyelids shut tight, I learned to completely leave my body. I learned to develop my escape fantasies into plans.

When Things Close In It feels as though I make my own way through massive rock like a vein of ore alone, encased. I am so deep inside it I can't see the path or any distance: everything is close and everything closing in on me has turned to stone. Since I still don't know enough about pain, this terrible darkness makes me small, If it's you, though— press down hard on me, break in that I may know the weight of your hand and you, the fullness of my cry.

Secretly she envied those who went out and about, while she remained in the grip of her sentences.

Had she been more active, less reclusive, she would have gone out into the streets to lose herself in some sort of company, have made the pretext of buying an evening paper an opportunity to chat to the newsagent, but she rejected such stratagems, seeing them for what they were. It had been decreed that she was to be solitary, and somehow she had always known this. Once she had left her parents' house all friendships had seemed provisional; even marriage had not changed that.

Art, he felt, let him down. For great paintings he felt only respect. Museum spaces beckoned him in, even welcomed him, but then left him on his own.

I, who found it so difficult to shed my beady isolation, must in fact never appear to be lonely.

His sleeplessness seemed to confine him to a ghetto, in which the forsaken, the forgotten, and the unsatisfied were his fellow inmates. It seemed to him that women in these situations could not possibly experience the same degree of loneliness.

Boundaries keep people out; mine served only to keep me in.

There was no one to whom he could explain that in order to survive he needed to be at altitude, a Himalayan altitude, so he might breathe.

There's nothing colder than chemistry.

Dorothy is th cool type of temperament who quite frequently thinks that two is a crowd.

To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.

When we came in she had her chair sideways, without even looking up to know that it was us, that the doctors had said that sitting and staring at the snow was a waste of time; she should get involved in something. She laughed and told us it wasn't a waste of time. It would be a waste of time just to stare at snowflakes, but she was counting, and even that might be a waste of time, but she was only counting the ones that were just alike

It is surprising the amount of talk that two people will get through during a week of solid tête-à-tête. Now in modern life it is an extreme rarity, outside marriage, to get a week of uninterrupted companionship with any human being.

Kate looked up at her, hollowed-eyed. She wouldn't be use to failure) No. He tried to fix it himself. He self-medicated with drink.

disappearance. He lived alone. She had an idea that he might have been married once, but he didn't talk about children. He lived in Denby