Quotes About Isolation

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.

I wasn't ready for this, but then I probably never would be, and this year, like so much else, wouldn't wait. I had no choice but to get out of my car, with everyone watching and begin in earnest, alone. So I did

All I wanted - all I'd ever wanted - was just to get away. To be somewhere small where I could crowd in and feel safe, all four walls pressed around me, no one staring or pointing or yelling.

From up above, in a plane passing over, you'd just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.

But I'm kind of used to being invisible

All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was.

Don't trust the natives, Olivia has told me, but I was already a step ahead of her. I didn't trust anyone. Not for directions, not for rides, and not for advice either. Sure it sucked to be lost, but I'd long ago realized I preferred it to depending on anyone else to get me where I needed to go. That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened – good bad or anywhere in between – it was always, if nothing else, all your own.

I just stood there, looking at her. My head was spinning, my mouth dry, and all I could think about was that I wanted to go someplace safe, someplace I could be alone and okay, and that this was impossible. My old life had changed and my new one was still in progress, altering by the second. There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?

I knew whatever I said right then she wouldn't hear; with that kind of pain, a deafness comes.

What if even if I had told, or did tell, nobody believed me? Or even worse, blamed me for it?

I'd been caught up in some wild cyclone, like Dorothy throw into Oz, with not a good witch in sight to save me.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

The thing about Whitney, I said, is that she was always really private. So you never knew if anything was wrong with her.

So I narrowed my world, cutting put everyone who'd known me or tried to befriend me. It was the only thing I knew to do.

No one knew where I was, not a soul, and while I thought this was what I wanted, I realized, in the quiet of that room, that it was the scariest thing of all

Everyone else could get through to my mother: all they had to do was dial a number and wait for her to pick up. If only, I thought, it was that easy for me.

But I'm kind of used to being invisible," I continued. "So any kind of attention makes me nervous.

That's my problem, actually. I don't talk to anybody about what's going on in my head, because I'm afraid they might not be able to take it

I was used to being invisible. People rarely saw me, and if they did, they never looked close.

Caitlin?' Cass said, and I turned away from the window, looking down the stairs and out the front door, trying to picture her making that walk away from this. It seemed like so far, and I was so tired. Tired of keeping time, of studying faces, of hiding bruises. Of disappearing, bit by bit, while my world just kept going without me, even as I slipped farther beneath the water, drowning.

Yo sabía que tenía muchos defectos, e incluso más secretos. Pero no quería estar sola. Ni a las dos de la mañana, ni ahora.

The dead aren't the only ones who vanish: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you.

Truth: I was having trouble keeping up. Not just with this conversation, but the people actually having it. I'd spent so much time alone lately that I'd forgotten what it was like to be relaxed in another person's company. I liked it.