Quotes About Isolation

Thousands of miles,' I said. It's Rhosilli, USA. We're going to camp on a bit of rock that wobbles in the winds.

The two of us were alone on the planet, with all the vastness of the sky and the future and the past spreading out around us

I've spent all day in bed. Having the old obsessions, the feeling that nothing is possible for me.

My first thought when jumping out of bed in the middle of the night was going to throw myself into the sea from the cliff top.

I've been going for walks.  Shore of the sea, accompanied by the most somber thoughts. And if I throw myself from the top of a cliff?

I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.

Nature, with all her cruelty, comes nearer to us than do these crowds of men.

Loneliness is a strange gift.

There are dread secrets that none may know and have peace. More, secrets that render whosoever knoweth them an alien unto the tribe he belongs to, that cause him to walk alone on earth, for he who takes, pays.

I swear, I have no understanding of other human beings.

The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house,

I lie in my darkened room. Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

They can't beat when I'm unhappy. They try and fix it; they'd fix the whole world if they could, just to make me feel better-even when it's none of their business. It's one of the many hazards of being an only child.

Of course I'm angry," I say. "Two years of disappearance. Never calling and not writing back and making everything worse by not dealing. Now you're all, Ooh, I thought I'd never see you again, and holding my hand and Everyone hugs you but me and half-naked perimeter walking. It's severely suboptimal, Gat. If that's the word you want to use." His face falls. "Damn. It sounds bad when you put it that way.

ME, JOHNNY, MIRREN, and Gat. Gat, Mirren, Johnny, and me. The family calls us four the Liars, and probably we deserve it.

Every time Gat said these things, so casual and truthful, so oblivious—my veins opened. My wrists split. I bled down my palms. I went light-headed. I'd stagger from the table or collapse in quiet shameful agony, hoping no one in the family would notice. Especially not Mummy.

For a moment, the two of us were alone on the planet, with all the vastness of the sky and the future and the past spreading out around us.

It's a tiny box, Mirren. Me and Mummy. Me and my pills. Me and my pain. I don't want to live there anymore.

She is a ghost climbing out of the sea, returning to the spot where no one loved her quite enough to keep her safe.

You feel like you know me, Cady, but you only know the me who comes here," he says. "It's--it's just not the whole picture. You don't know my bedroom with the window onto the airshaft, my mom's curry, the guys from school, the way we celebrate holidays. You only know me on this island...

WELCOME TO THE beautiful Sinclair family. No one is a criminal. No one is an addict. No one is a failure. The Sinclairs are athletic,

They never go anywhere. Ever. Never see anyone. Now while I've been sick, they went everywhere, saw everyone?

And Gat did shut up, but his face contorted. He stood abruptly, picked up a rock from the sand, and threw it with all his force. He pulled off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shoes. Then he walked into the sea in his jeans. Angry.

A book is a postponed suicide.