Quotes About Isolation

Nobody bothered with him. His failures were private and invisible

The world was full of death, full of sadness, full of people, full of people too broken to lean on.

How sad it was, Carmen thought, that you acted awful when you were desperately sad and hurt and wanted to be loved. How tragic then, the way everyone avoided you and tiptoed around you when you really needed them.

She wanted his profession of feelings to do the trick. She really did. She knew he wanted that too. Whether he spoke the truth or not, he thought he could make her feel better, and he really, really wanted to. But it wasn't what she needed. Her need was as big as the stars, and he was down there on the beach, so quiet she could hardly hear him.

He was never very good at talking about feelings. He'd been on his own for so long that it was as if he'd had to learn a new language

I was abandoned when it was right in everybody's face, so I still believe that nobody cares.

Looking back, I was becoming extremely hard. You couldn't afford to have somebody care about you because you weren't really allowed to care about yourself. I didn't want people feeling sorry for me. I just wanted to survive. I

I continued going to school for a period of time until it became more difficult to hide it. The faculty decided that I was becoming disruptive to the schooling process and a bad example. It was determined that I would leave school. "I was not welcome there" was what I was told. My

I felt invisible. Nobody had said anything to me since that comment about the celebratory salad. I wished desperately that Mimi were alive. If she were, she'd have been sitting right next to me and she would have known how I was feeling. She'd have shared in Janine's triumph, but then she would have said to me, "Tell me, my Claudia, how was your club meeting today? Did you get any baby-sitting jobs?" Mimi always knew the right thing to say.

Jenny didn't know how to share. She wouldn't cooperate with the other children. She said she wanted to play by herself, but when the other kids left her alone, she complained bitterly. "Nobody likes me," she wailed. She was sitting at a picnic table making a get-well card. She lowered her head onto her arm, the picture of despair.

Quarantine: No admittance!

Other days I want to crawl into a shell like a teenage, mutant, injured turtle.

Darkness, only darkness. I seem to have drifted into a chaos that can never be clarified, or even justified.

solitary confinement—which is essentially what we are talking about—is considered a punishment inside a maximum-security prison. Even when forced to live among murderers and rapists, most people still prefer the company of others to spending any significant amount of time alone in a room.

I wanted to have friends from all over the world in the way of a man who has no friends.

and he was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was sleep. And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language or streets. He dreamed about this place without knowing its name. — Travis

There are times when the best medication and therapist simply can't help a soldier suffering from this new generation of peacekeeping injury. The anger, the rage, the hurt, and the cold loneliness that separates you from your family, friends, and society's normal daily routine are so powerful that the option of destroying yourself is both real and attractive.

I shut my eyes and see a pocket of darkness. I want to fold myself flat and crisp, slip inside of it like a sheet of paper into an envelope.

So afraid to go outside, to be happy, to be with other people, because they do not understand what it is like.

The panic, a voice in the distance -loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to ignore.

It's good to know that I'm not the only unsuicidal person thinking about killing herself.

Bein with them is like walking in after a play has already started. You try to slip in quietly and find your seat, but people turn around, give you dirty looks, and whisper to their neighbors about how rude you are.

Being in a ship is like being in jail, with the chance of being drowned.

ABANNITION  (ABANNI'TION)   n.s.[Lat. abannitio.] A banishment for one or two years, among the ancients, for manslaughter.Dict.