Quotes About Isolation

It's the best fun I ever had in my life—shut in here an' wakenin' up a garden.

She was lonely and she never knew that this loneliness had made her sour and cross towards others.

She was a friendly creature, and lived a life so really isolated from any ordinary companionship that her simple little talks with Jane and Mrs. Cupp were a pleasure to her. The Cupps were neither gossiping nor intrusive, and she felt as if they were her friends. Once when she had been ill for a week she remembered suddenly realising that

She had been a smart, lovely, laughing and lovable thing, full of pleasure in the world, and now she was so stricken and devastated that she seemed set apart in an awful lonely world of her own.

I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.

I think that poetry is perfect for women raising children, with just bits of time and such need to connect to other women out of the isolation of motherhood.

But me, maybe I fit in a place like this. Maybe the cold inside of me will seem less cold in this winter. Maybe the tall buildings will make the brick walls I build for myself seem smaller. Maybe the noises in my head will quiet down in the middle of all the other noises. Or maybe my cold and walls and noise will get worse.

It was another one of her father's curses:I'll make you into a freak and not let you tell anyone.

Isolated in the attic, Anne could only examine her own history and her own conscience, and try to locate the wellspring of her sadness and her rage.

I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and what I could be, if…there weren't any other people living in the world.

She was so tightly wrapped in herself, her own misery and dark thoughts, that she was blind to everything else. Especially him.

Other birds fly in groups, only eagles fly alone

Leaving the group, he reclined on a couch, drank morosely, and watched people. He noticed the games they played with one another. They put on masks of civility, all while spewing their venom.

Everyone to whom she drew close left her. Sooner or later they walked away.

Angel lay in the darkness after Meribah left and worked over what she had said. Mama had worked to keep Alex Stafford's love alive. She had tried everything to please him and keep his passion alive. Angel wondered now if it hadn't been those very efforts that served to drive him away. Mama had been so hungry for his love. Her entire life had revolved around Alex Stafford's coming to the small cottage. Her happiness depended solely on him. It had been an obsession.

I have an idea. Why don't we build a house honoring the Lord and go inside and close the doors and never come out again." Though she jested, he saw the desperate unhappiness in her eyes. "What light can shine from a closed house, beloved? God wants us in the world, not hiding from it.

And if any landscape can provide darkness, with a very real hint of menace, it is most surely the Fens.

Vaimne ja füüsiline isoleeritus sünnitab üksindust ja üksindus veel suuremat üksindust.

Any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die.

Humans are almost always lonely.

I am like a person whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awareness - until one day the ability to feel is forced into them. And I say Look! I have no hands! But the people all around me say: What are hands?

To exist is to stand out, away from the background, The Preacher said. You aren't thinking or really existing unless you're willing to risk even your own sanity in the judgment of your existence.

One of the most terrible moments in a boy's life," Paul said, "is when he discovers his father and mother are human beings who share a love that he can never quite taste. It's a loss, an awakening to the fact that the world is there and here and we are in it alone. The moment carries its own truth; you can't evade it. I heard my father when he spoke of my mother. She's not the betrayer, Gurney.

Power tends to isolate those who hold too much of it. Eventually they lose touch with reality… and fall.