Quotes About Isolation

Patty's mouth twisted; her expression said creepy kid, but Genie was too lonely to get up and leave, even if she knew Patty didn't want her there.

The girl was tall, almost sexless in her slenderness and anything but sensual, though she was naked except for streaks of indigo blood, dirt, and manacles.

Downthehatch wasn't a big station-thirty thousand people at most-but that was enough to get lost in.

He sipped his wine and swirled it in the goblet, wishing bitterly that he could close the distance to the little cover by the fire and be one of them again. Wishing he could remember the touch of Will's hand, the press of Tom's mouth, without tasting the enormous soft emptiness that threatened to open like black wings and enfold him.

I did not want to keep talking to her. But I didn't want to be totally alone with only the sound of my own voice in my head to argue with, either.

It was perfectly silent, and perfectly safe, and perfectly warm. And perfectly alone.

Outside, the folded sky of white space-and my time as a free person (was I a free person?)-whisked silently by.

I shook my head, cold air seeping through the holes in my ragged gown and my plait moving like a serpent against my spine.

Muire really needed to stop taking in candle-flicker strays. She tried, Light knew: she held herself aloof, didn't place calls, avoided social engagements. Sh didn't take lovers. She didn't need friends. She especially didn't need friends who would inevitably break her heart with their fragility, their evanescence, the shadow-quick passing of their mortal lives.

Not even a dive bar in sight, just a long dingy curve of corridor with fibrous gray carpeting institutionalizing it further.

To the sagging wharf few ships could come. The population numbered two giants, an idiot, a dwarf.

Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,element bearable to no mortal,to fish and to seals…

But they made me realize more than I ever had the rarity of true originality, and also the sort of alienation it might involve.

One shouldn't get too involved with people who can't possibly understand one

There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.

Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.

Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain.

Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context. This isolation, young love and hero worship accomplish without remorse; they hardly know tenderness.

One does not go into the world and come home the same: isolation has altered its nature when one returns.

It's not just that we are incurious; we completely lack any sense of each other's existences.

The place gave out a look of hollow desuetude, as though its desertion would last forever.

It seemed to her that while people were very happy, individual persons were surely damned. So, she shrank from that specious mystery the individual throws about himself, from Anna's smiles, from Lilian's tomorrows, from the shut-in room, the turned-in heart.