Quotes About Isolation

Carlisle wondered if it was still possible for him to live alongside civilization and yet be somewhat apart from it. Find a slice of quiet in the layers of noise, conduct a rain into the noise now and then for some work, take the gold and run like hell back to the quiet place....Flight was no good. You couldn't escape it, whatever 'it' was.

Elijah's example reminds us that God has left us on earth to influence the world, not to isolate ourselves from it.

Many were surprised at the British vote to leave the European Union, but from a historical perspective there was nothing unusual about the English seeking distance from the continent.

Sun keeps rising. Days keep passing. World keeps spinning. Time, it just keeps moving forward. Weeks, months, even years go by... while you try to make sense of it all. Try to find where you belong. Try to look ahead to a better future. But the truth is the path ahead has only grown darker. It's harder to see. You can feel so lost, so alone, so desperate for something, anything that might show you the way.

Nothing but trees.

Some places speak distinctly. Certain dank gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwrecks.

Some places speak distinctly. Certain dark gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwreck.

They were a rough lot indeed, as sailors mostly are; being men rooted out of all the kindly parts of life, and condemned to toss together on the rough seas, with masters no less cruel.

Flabby, bald, lobotomized,he drifted in a sheepish calm,where no agonizing reappraisaljarred his concentration on the electric chair—hanging like an oasis in his airof lost connections.

My mind's not right.A car radio bleats,"Love, O careless Love…. " I hearmy ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,as if my hand were at its throat….I myself am hell;nobody's here.

Dearest, I cannot loiter here in lather like a polar bear.

Flabby, bald, lobotomized, he drifted in a sheepish calm, where no agonizing reappraisal jarred his concentration on the electric chair- hanging like an oasis on his air of lost connections...

We wished our two souls might return like gulls to the rock. In the end, the water was too cold for us.

Help, saw me in two, put me on the shelf!

The dead season when wolves live off the wind.

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.

I know," she said. "And isn't that strange? We've come to a place where the sun never sets, but it offers so little in the way of warmth." Michael

Robert Masello

Saint Anthony the Anchorite?

She tried to cry out, but her throat was so parched that only a croak emerged. She took a swig from her canteen, wiped the dust from her face with another splash, then shouted, "Here! It's here!

The sight of it made her want to weep. She was alone in the boat—alone in the world—and the tiller was already lurching wildly from one side to the other, screeching louder than the gulls swooping in and out of the fog. The hollow place in her heart, the place where she had already stored so many deaths, would now have to find room for Sergei's, too.

The difference is this: You're lonely when you have something to share but no one to share it with. You're lost when you have nothing to share, no matter with whom you live. Of course, you can be both lonely and lost, but of the two, lost inflicts the greater pain.

we secretly enjoy rush hour; drive-time is the only time most of us are ever alone.

Art consists of separating one tiny piece from the rest of the universe and holding it up in such a way that it appears to be the most important, fascinating thing of this moment.