Quotes About Isolation

he didn't understand, but as the clock hand labored from one minute to the next, he wished that he were gone too. Off the basketball court, he had no usefulness. No

Lonely is a funny thing,' she said slowly. 'It's almost like another person. After a while, it'll keep you company if you'll let it

Being alone in a marriage is worse than being alone.

From the time she was born, she had been hemmed into an ever-narrowing space, until now she was very nearly walled in and the wall had been built up brick by brick by eager white hands.

And then she thought about the other streets. It wasn't just this street that she was afraid of or that was bad. It was any street where people were packed together like sardines in a can.

There was something inexpressibly dreary about the Casino when it was empty, she thought. You could see all of it for what it was worth, and it was never good to see anything like that.

Towards evening, they wound down precipices, black with forest of cypress, pine and cedar, into a glen so savage and secluded, that, if Solicitude ever had local habitation, this might have been "her place of dearest residence

He was a shadow man, fighting to survive in a world that was never made for him.

The good news for single people and for couples is that Jesus is the One who ultimately fulfills our need for intimacy. He is the One who draws us out of our isolation and loneliness by uniting us to himself and to those who belong to him. We bear fruit to the degree that we are united to him.

Sono giunta fin qui, oziosa, è lo stesso per me dove annoiarmi! Sopra il colle il mulino riposa. Qui puoi stare in silenzio per anni.

Regarding myself as a mere echo, Cave-like, unintelligible and nocturnal . . .

No other looked into her secret eyes. Nobody dared.

All's taken away: my love and my power. The body, thrown into city it hates, Finds no joy in the sunlight. With every hour The blood grows colder in my veins.

I have long had this premonition of a bright day and a deserted house

I'm not grieving, I'm not angry, and only darkness accompanies me. How deep it is and velvety, above all, always familiar to me…

On Hemingway: Have you noticed how lonely all people in his works are - no relatives, no family?

A solitary sorceress: her shadow is still visible on the eve of the new moon.

Thus I live, without singing at all. Neither sky nor earth is for me.

Durasse per sempre il buio, nessuno mi riconoscerebbe per donna, inferno per me, male per gli altri.

As for the environment, that too, would object, backing up the pessimism of its people, which was what happened where I lived where the whole place always seemed to be in the dark. It was as if the electric lights were turned off, always turned off, even though dusk was over so they should have been turned on yet nobody was turning them on and nobody noticed either, they weren't on.

I suspected that if I kept up this curtailing, this cauterizing, all the distrust and systematic removal of myself from society, by age 20 it was more than likely I'd be at the stage of no longer opening my mouth to anyone, anywhere at all.

From the first, Giles had enjoyed staying with the Talbots. They welcomed him with a generosity that he'd always known was exceptional. But envy tinged his gratitude. Because however kind this noisy, loving, exuberant clan was, however willingly they included him in their festivities, he remained an outsider. An outsider yearning after the lovely daughter of the house like grim Hades yearned after bright Persephone. Darkness hungering for irresistible light.

Then everyone leaves, and you are left, each night, to your own devices with a crowd of interesting people - most of whom you don't know - sitting in the dark.

Being alone is a choice. It's how we protect ourselves, and it's how we give up when it feels too hard to keep fighting to belong. But