Quotes About Isolation

Because of the rain, there was nobody else out on the street. Even if there was, Katherine and Sam wouldn't have noticed. There were lost in their own world.

There are some people who are so cold and unfeeling, like reflections in a mirror, that they might as well be imaginary.

He didn't have any friends

groupuscules making their lonely cataclysmic prophesies.

Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex, as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace.

I can't help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.

nothing remained but loneliness and grief…

she discovered that her feet were cold, her head ached, and that her heart was colder than the former, fuller of pain than the latter.

The house was still as death, and nothing but the wailing of the wind broke the deep hush.

Louisa May Alcott

I haven't got any mother, you know.

Leave me in peace, the sight of you is abhorrent to me.

There are ways of being abandoned even when your parents are right there.

The people stared through her as though she were invisible until she thought she was, and walked more easily then, just a cloud reflected in a stream.

The worst kind of loneliness gripped him. The kind you feel alongside another person.

She compares the deepest wells of depression to gestation, to a time enclosed, a secluded lightlessness in which, unknown and unforced, we grow.

The pleasure of this sort of life-bookish, she supposed it might be called, a reading life- had made her isolation into a rich and even subversive thing.

Because we shared the loneliness that was one shape. Because I knew that in her old age she shared that same boat, where I had labored. She crested and sank in dark waves. Those waves were taking her onward, through night, through day, the water beating and slashing across her unknown path. She struggled to continue. She was traveling hard, and death was her light.

He craved a privacy impossible for the world's most famous banker.

Pierpont was a lonely man, and fame probably only deepened his isolation.

confined to an upstairs room much of the time.

It seems that Frank alienated virtually everyone in the building and was increasingly ostracized.

He feared that Margaret would become isolated from the rest of the family and was haunted by fears that she would be seduced by a continental fortune hunter.

Even as he scared people away, he was a lonely man