Quotes About Isolation

Behind him lay the gray Azores,Behind the Gates of Hercules;Before him not the ghost of shores,Before him only shoreless seas.

It's an amazing feeling to go into a studio and really be alone.

We live in an age where anonymity is growing in magnitude like a bomb going off.

The hardest part about being an outcast, isn't the love you don't receive. It's the love you long to give that nobody wants.

If white men could have a playground, this would be it.

Tiger Lily made an attempt at a smile. After having felt the need to glower at other children for most of her life, smiles never came easily to her face. But this one was half all right. "I miss you already," he said. Tiger Lily wanted to say it back. But she held on to the words greedily, too caught in the habit of keeping herself a secret. And Peter-half sadly, half-expectantly-let her go.

This is no place for anyone with a heart.

And though, truly, she sometimes felt like something inside her had disappeared, it seemed that must be a natural part of growing up. Standing out too much made one feel too alone to do it forever.

You have to stay away." "I'd rather not.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

It's hard to stay calm when you're terrified, helpless, alone, at the mercy of men with no mercy at all.

Good morning," I said awkwardly. Being shipwrecked doesn't make shyness any easier.

cabin, eyes wide, face gone white.

The air between us is not empty space.

Humans need community, for our emotional health. We need connection, a sense of belonging. We are not built to thrive in isolation

There is a monotony to time in the air. Consistent air quality and temperature, limited collection of sounds, circumscribed range of motion for the passengers. Some people thrive within these restrictions and relax in the sky in a way they rarely do at home. They have powered down their phones and packed their computers in their luggage; they delight in being unreachable, and read novels, or giggle at sitcoms on the in-seat monitor.

Edward spends every night reaching for unconsciousness as if it were a rock in the middle of a river, while a fierce current pulls him away. His fingertips sometimes

Then he bites an O in half and wills himself to remember nothing, think nothing, until all that exists is a flatness - a flatness he now identifies as himself.

No one had ever wanted him before. He wished he could take her in his arms, in front of her sisters

cut himself out of his own life, the

snowed in with secrets. Whenever she opened