Quotes About Isolation

When she reached 44 Greenwich Avenue she went inside alone, and only the crow knew that it was possible for a woman to claim to have no heart at all and still cry as though her heart would break

No one called out my name. Finally, I went to open the door. I could smell burning metal.

Such was the case with most unhappy students; they avoided even one another, so intent on their own unhappiness they failed to notice the other lost souls around them.

We know what we need when we get it, Brock Stewart had once said. Elinor understood this to be true whenever she heard Jenny in the hallway, when she looked up from her work in the garden to see a light burning in the kitchen. She knew it when the kettle on the back burner of the stove whistled, when the back door opened and shut, when the house she lived in wasn't empty. She hadn't understood how alone she'd been until she was no longer alone. She had cut herself off...

Perhaps in the cold my heart would freeze and I would care nothing for those I was forced to abandon.

Well, maybe that was fate. Maybe she was meant to be alone. She was a runner, and wasn't that the habit of a person who preferred to be on her own?

They've become sleepwalkers, wandering through their own nightmares, each avoiding the others for fear that a word, a conversation, a kiss will make them realize they aren't dreaming.

In doing so, he understood who he was. In that moment, in his aunt's greenhouse, he felt more alone than ever.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse. There was something that come between Emily and other people, a white linen curtain, hazy. It made the world quieter and farther away, although occasionally she could see through to the other side.

I fear myself more than I fear any bear,' Emily blurted. It was the way she'd felt in her aloneness, the comfort she took in being on the mountain.

Cover up grief and it grinds away at you from the inside out. It makes you run for dark corners and empty rooms heartsick and mute despising your own company.

I'd lived my whole life without a friend. I'd just have to remember how to do that again.

Somehow, I knew how alone he felt, and it gave me shivers to think that alienation could be a shared experience.

He was withdrawing. I think it was getting harder for him to accept his fate. Like a bird in a cage, he grew silent.

I knew I was supposed to have sympathy for the main character, the orphaned Jane, who was near my age and all but friendless and whose name I took for myself on the nights I wandered off on my own. Yet it was the madwoman locked in the attic who held my interest and compassion.

Loneliness can drive even the most alienated person to attempt to make cotact with another soul, even when it's via a soullness medium.

He had felt the same sort of aloneness once again when Maria told him to leave;

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was alright.

Jet's hair was so tangled a brush would no longer go through it. She didn't bathe and ate only crackers and ginger ale. She slept with the edition of Emily Dickinson that Levi had given her. Inside he had written Forever—is composed of—Nows.

She wanted to be known, but no one knew her.

It was then that Nathaniel truly began to appreciate the years he had spent alone in his room, the distance from other people that had given him the ability to observe and to feel what another might had also made him a writer.

She had even considered that poetry might be her calling. She had something inside her no one understood, that much was certain, and that sort of isolation often led to a poet's life.

They were such solitary creatures that when they met their mates they would begin to scream, for they were drawn to each other, yet were enemies still.

She never told anyone what he did to her on a nightly basis because she was afraid of him, but also because she was worth nothing to herself.