Quotes About Isolation

The harpy smiles. A harpy's smile is an ugly thing, even seen edge-on. The harpy says, You do not have the power to make me not alone, Desiree.

She is covered in sand, only on her right side. There are no clouds. She is alone. Seonag is used to being alone, even when she is surrounded by people.

We went to our separate corners to muse, and mope, and stare thoughtfully out the viewports.

The deeps stretched out before him, chilling his soul and leaving him quailing and courageless in their regard.

Just the sort of stuff that doesn't seem important to deal with right now when you're busy, until you can't get to your skin because you're seal inside an isolation film and it's the only thing you can think about.

Unhelmed by her remote masters, she limped along the beach, dragging one fused limb.

The white tree on the bluff over the ocean was hung with icicles like curtains of glass, creaking faintly in the wind. Morgan's cottage, once they passed through the icy snowless beech wood, was white as bone and black as aged oak among the weathered stems of the garden.

When Rien brought Perceval into Dust's embrace, she was cold.

I felt even more hollow than I had.

You manage to disentangle yourself, but then you're out in the hard, cold universe, and suddenly everybody is disagreeing with you-and you have no idea how to manage disagreement and how awful it makes you feel, having never experienced it at all.

Eventually, I realized I was wasting my time, and if I wanted to hide from humanity in a bottle, I was better off making it a titanium one with a warp drive and a couple of carefully selected companions.

Following a voice that sings only for his ears, the wolf steps from the cold emptiness of a dead world into the bustling street of one that is merely dying fast.

They were alone in the corridor, though the wail of the siren and the thump of emergency lights on her retinas made her shudder with adrenaline.

I woke early, ship's time, alone in my bunk and wearing the kind of bad attitude that takes you hate living in your own skin.

Vincent, whom Kusanagi-Jones had managed to avoid for the duration of the voyage by first taking to cryo-damn the nightmares-and then restricting himself to the cramped comforts of his quarters…whom he could avoid no longer.

Kit sat in that darkness too deep for his witch sight to pierce, even had the use of it, and ran his fingers over the rugged surface of the scold's bridle Baines had left to keep him company.

It's not the solar system they'll claim, but eventually the universe. It might be lonely. It will be strange. Do you really want to be one of them?

Sometimes he thought he plunged through darkness eternally and heard nothing but the Devil's amiable laughter, and knew nothing but the heat of his own Hell.

I could mess up the gravity and get squished. I could get sealed in and spend the rest of my objectively quite short but subjectively probably very long and unhappy existence like a jellyfish in the tubes, drifting along, unable to get out. And both of these seemed preferable in my head to the idea that I was going to have to climb out of this accessway and go get into a physical confrontation with somebody who was armed and didn't mind conflict in the slightest.

Nothing could touch Will in the void: he knew somehow that he needed poetry, needed the power of his words, but in his jumbled consciousness he could not put one line of a poem with another.

There are times when you just can't stand to be loved.

Detective Crown Investigator Abigail Irene Garrett had no one to turn to for comfort on a dismal night in April. When the chill slipped like an unwelcome guest between sheet and featherbed and her faded blue eyes came open, Garrett's hand crept automatically to the pistol under her pillow. Her half-awakened intellect checked her wards and guards. Intact. Despite the muffled impact of her heart against her ribcage, she was as alone as she should have been.

Sebastien wondered if David knew he hadn't touched another of his kind since they parted company, more than a century ago.

I guess it was probably a couple of diar before I started being able to hold a conversation again, and by then I really didn't want to.