Quotes About Isolation

You may think it odd that there were three men to look after one tiny station, but the people who ran the railway knew that if you left two men together in a lonely place they would quarrel, but if you left three men, two of them could always grumble to each other about the third, and then they would be quite happy.

The easiest kind of relationship for me is with ten thousand people. The hardest is with one.

What the younger generations don't have are letters." … "Why bother when you can e-mail, phone or text." … "As we contact each other more and more", … "there is, oddly, nothing to show for it.

A home-bound woman who depends on bridge clubs and shopping sprees for amusement has only half a personality.

Friendship is the call out of isolation and selfishness in order to teach me how to love and how to serve. But without stability, friendship - real soul-searing friendship, the kind that makes us choose between domination and infatuation and possessiveness and dependence for growth and freedom and depth and responsibility and self-knowledge - is impossible. Stability is what enables us, in other words, to live totally in God and totally for others.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.

I stood where they'd left me. I watched them get smaller and smaller as they went down the hallway, leaving me there without a word, not even looking back. Only I was getting smaller and smaller, being swallowed up in the suffocating emptiness of the silent house; so that by the time they came back again, I would have disappeared.

she was a little frightened that first afternoon. There seemed such a huge expanse of water and sky, and so little of herself.

She knew perfectly well that things like parties and best friends and going to tea with people were fine for everyone else, because everyone else was "inside"--inside some sort of invisible magic circle. But Anna herself was outside. And so these things had nothing to do with her. It was as simple as that.

She felt free now. Free and empty. No need to talk to anyone, or be polite, or bother about anything.

And also, you've been stuckoo on an islandoo for a long time with only beardedoo guys who talkoo funny and bowoo down to you," Hades said, and then laughed. "That's gotta get boring after a while.

Insulated from natural contacts with earth, air and sunlight, by corsets pressing on the solar plexus, by voluminous petticoats, cotton stockings and kid boots, the drowsy well-fed girls lounging in the shade were no more a part of their environment than figures in a photograph album, arbitrarily posed against a backcloth of cork rocks and cardboard trees.

Except for those people over there with the wagonette we might be the only living creatures in the whole world,' said Edith, airily dismissing the entire animal kingdom at one stroke.

She limped, unaided around the house, like a bird with its wing broken. Tame, because it couldn't fly away. All her time was taken up with managing herself, working out new ways to do things. Being a different person in the world.

Something had been taken away from him in the war, against his will, and he would never be the same. Years in labour camps, in mountains, in salt mines: only solitude was natural to him now. Some part of him was terminally tired. He was beyond intimacy. The pretence at normality, the weight of the past, the unreality of the days here had exhausted him.

Sneakiness was a form of privacy and privacy here was the first loss.

each of us from the seance stood alone. Like so many pillars of salt, we had tried to look back and failed. And in the eyes of the others who shared the pale, flat sky with us, there was sometimes suspicion, sometimes a little fear.

It's hard to modernize a country kept in physical or ideological isolation.

I left her wallpapering her much-loved, much-tended little corner of hell.

I cannot get into this swamp or I will never get out; and if I start crying again I'll remember that I have no one to love, and if anyone treats me like that again, I'll kill him. Only I mustn't because they'll punish me.

I think it no accident that the myth of the isolated achievement so often promotes women writers' less good work as their best work.

That's how pathetic things had gotten. I'd actually sat alone in the darkness lusting after a girl like some fucking Robert Pattinson wannabe. At least I smoked instead of sparkled.

Horse had been by himself for a long time, and he was in need of the occasional attitude adjustment. I'd already lived with one asshole and I wasn't in the market for another one.

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