Quotes About Isolation

ABGREGATION  (ABGREGA'TION)   n.s.[abgregatio, Lat.] A separation from the flock.Dict.  

Each of us was becoming more isolated. The more we needed support, the more shallow were our friendships; the more we needed sincerity, the more sarcastic we became. It had become an unwritten law among the terns: don't tell what you feel, 'cause if you show a crack, you'll shatter. We imagined that our feelings could ruin us, like the great silent film stars had been ruined by sound.

what I had to live with, the rest of the world must never see, for it separated me from them, as it had just done with my former best friends and with my one long love, Berry. There was rage and rage and rage, coating all like crude oil coating gulls. They had hurt me, bad. For now, I had no faith in the others of the world. And the delivery of medical care? Farce. BUFF 'n' TURF. Revolving door.

LAWS OF MAN'S 4TH BEST HOSPITAL Learn your trade, in the world. Isolation is deadly; connection heals. Connection comes first. Use the "we." It's not just what we do; it's what we do next. It's not that we do what we think we can get; it's what we dare to do together. Without health-care workers, there's no health care. Squeeze the money out of the machines. Put the human back in medicine. Stick together, no matter what.

Paranoia's OK, said Berry, it's just a more primitive defense. If you think someone's watching you, you think you're not alone.

They stood aloof the scars remaining. Like cliffs which had been rent asunder.

Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.

Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea: So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.

For who will dare to force his way out of the crowd, — not of the mere vulgar, — but of the vain and banded aristocracy of intellect, and presume to join the almost supernatural beings that stand by themselves aloof?

Because the only thing that made you part of any team was wearing the same color jersey. You made no friends. Teammates admired your game. Those who didn't envy you idolized you. But they didn't like you, and that was okay with you. You didn't give a damn so long as they carried out the plays you called.

Perhaps the greatest cost of depression is in lost time, because for depressed individuals the days pass without meaning or enjoyment.

Celeste had haar verdriet nog geen plaats weten te geven. Het had haar overweldigd, haar overspoeld als een gruwelijke vloedgolf van pijn en verdriet waardoor een onneembare barrière was ontstaan, een slotgracht die haar insloot en die voor niemand te overbruggen was.

El dolor es egoísta. El que sufre se siente único y piensa que el mundo le debe algo

Most friends had fallen away over the years. Either they'd started avoiding me, as if my grief and bad luck were contagious, or I'd started to avoid them, unwilling to give them the chance to disappoint me. Besides, too much time around normal people made me feel like an alien, unwanted and ugly, fluent in a different language.

I wasn't only sad--I was angry. I still felt lost in a dark, terrifying maze. And I was furious at the world for leaving me here.

Sometimes the monotony of bingo and sing alongs, ancient dusty people parked in the hallway in wheelchairs makes me long for death, particularly when -- remember that I'm one of the ancient dusty people, filed away like some worthless chotski.

The longer I do this job, the less I like people. The species, of course," he adds grimly. "There are individuals I like just fine.

strangely alone in the most public of places.

I tried his cell over and over but he never answered. Then I'd call just to hear his voice on the outgoing message, until eventually that was gone too.

I, Deanna Lambert, belong to no one and no one belongs to me. I don't know what to do.

I can be human to strangers and coworkers, just not to the people who actually care about me.

She's the only one who knows. Knows what? What it's like to be us.