Quotes About Isolation

Vic didn't have a car and probably spent a hundred and sixty hours a week at home. The house smelled of piss-soaked diapers and engine parts, and the sink was always full. In retrospect Vic was only surprised she didn't go crazy sooner. She was surprised that more young mothers didn't lose it. When your tits had become canteens and the soundtrack to your life was hysterical tears and mad laughter, how could anyone expect you to remain sane?

She wrote she heard them hammering nails all day long and that it was like living next to a coffin maker after a plague. When

In the winter, when you're cold, the world extends no more than a foot in any direction.

Most people took no more notice of the profoundly deaf than they did of their own shadows. They

The Gasmask Man

It's about the terror of an ordinary life" or "It's the story of a man shipwrecked in his own mind." But

There are two infections running rampant. One is the Dragonscale, and the other is panic." "It

Come on now, Mr. Gallagher. We turned the sound off for you. The bad woman can't hurt you. We'll keep you safe from all her reason and science and compassion." "Just keep your back turned," Loren Hayes added. "If you look at her, there's the very real possibility you might catch a glimpse of empathy and it'll give you a sour tummy.

I don't know, maybe I'm boring, but I never really feel like you're there when we're out to dinner. You live in your head. I can't. No room for me in there. I don't know, maybe you'd be more interested in me if I were a book.

What's He ever done for you?" Ig asked her. "Does he make it hurt less when people laugh at you behind your back? Or more- because for His sake you're all alone in the world?

It was a childhood of mud, barking dogs, barbed wire, dilapidated farm buildings, squealing pigs with their flaking skin and squashed-in faces, and little human contact, beyond a mother who sat most of the day at the kitchen table wearing the slack, staring aspect of someone who had been lobotomized, and his father, who ruled their acres of pig shit and ruin with his angry laughter and his fists.

But the desert offers something that no forest brook or valley ever can: distance. A

Growing up gay is still a very isolating and annihilating experience for too many young people. While you are a gay little boy, our society—in its classrooms, its playgrounds, its religious institutions—has no place for you and doesn't want you to exist. You are erased. A gay little boy doesn't know who he can turn to, doesn't know who to trust. He hears people whispering, he watches TV, and he realizes how unsafe the world can be if you don't fit in.

I was a shy kid and I was afraid what i said sounded stupid, so I hardly ever saud anything. I was the third wheel. Fifth wheel? I was the fucking wheel you didn't really need, but I still hung around. I thought maybe my silence would one day impress somebody. As of yet, it hadn't done much for me.

The whole thing made Bill lonely as the last pig in a slaughterhouse line.

It meant I spent less time with my aunt, moving through silence like a ship through fog.

Just as Churchill stood alone against Hitler's war machine in 1940, it would now be Harry Truman's government standing alone against Stalin's designs on Western Europe seven years later.

The snow wasn't deep - in many places its crust was firm enough that they actually walked on top of it - but the wind was surgical, a precision instrument with needles for teeth, and it found even the tiniest exposed places on her skin, attacking them.

She walked past the TV, the smoky blue light illuminating the sharp planes of her face, and I saw that her eyes had the dazed, insomniac glassiness of a long-term drug user or someone who'd been abused so long that she'd ceased to feel anything at all.

Self-pity wrapped itself around him like a damp, familiar cloak.

Sartre said "Hell is other people," while Streisand sang "People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.

Yet here I am, Zahara thought now, queen of her own miniature kingdom, after all, duchess of the empty bunks, and our lady of the perpetual stomachache. Involuntary lust-object of a hundred emotionally frustrated prison guards and deprived stormtroopers. Dispenser of medicine, charged with keeping the inmates of the Imperial Prison Barge Purge alive long enough to be permanently detained on some remote prison moon.

It was the only reason I could fight those things off. It's because of how Scabrous used it in that experiment. I think it's inside their bodies somehow. I told it to grow. But …" Zo shook her head. "It's not there anymore. Now I can't get it to respond to me at all. It might be dead.

Negative." One of the engineers, Greeley, shook his head. "Communications are five-by. Ditto the scanners. It all checks out." He flicked his eyes upward. "It's just a ghost ship, that's all.