Quotes About Isolation

He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.

How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope?

It was an endless, consuming nightmare that she escaped only in madness. And then the escape was not complete. Part of her knew, always.

The ground and the air were as nothing to her, for all her life had been plucked out and there was nothing left but the knowledge that it had been taken away.

But often the storm raged, sleet or wind or heavy snow, and Jonas did not come for several weeks at a time. The coldest winter in years, men said, the coldest in the time of man.

It was the beginning of the future, and I had the thought at that moment there was no one in the world who would ever understand my version of things.

The people who talk behind your back are destined to stay there.

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

Three life lessons: 1.No one will see you. 2.No one will say anything. 3.No one will save you.

Just once, I wanted to lose something without the whole world watching.

I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one in a while, though, and I'd forgotton how they made everything like it- and I- was going to fall apart. How they reminded me of how trapped I was.

I think you're the saddest person I've ever met. It's like you're drowning in it.

I'm always the one who doesn't have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, "So, is your friend, you know, with someone?" and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.

I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die.

There's no good way to die, you know? No way I've seen, anyway. It all ends with tubes and bedpans and IVs and I just-- smoking gets me out of there. Gets me outside, gets me away from all the--" "Sick people?" I say, and she shakes her head. "Away from my life.

Do I want to, can I face my own pain alone now? Shock keeps horror at bay. Hands off. Distanced by mist and pride and drink and friends and necessities like food, babies, fires... So the pain sits still, crouching, heavy, occupying all my inside, always, all the time, whatever my outside does.

It was a grim tableau of a reign gone wrong; of an emperor completely isolated at the centre of his empire and his family. Domitian summed up his own predicament succinctly: 'Nobody believes in a conspiracy against a ruler until it has succeeded.'12 His death was a justification of his beliefs; and it was the justification for Hadrian's later hostile action against the four senators.

It's just that I'm the kind of person," Rebecca continued, "that thinks if you took a map of the whole world and put a pin in it for every person, there wouldn't be a pin for me.

She knows that loneliness can kill people - in different ways can actually make you die. (68)

And yet, standing behind her son, waiting for the traffic light change, she remembered how in the midst of it all there had been a time when she'd felt a loneliness so deep that once, not so many years ago, having a cavity filled, the dentist's gentle turning of her chin with his soft fingers had felt to her like a tender kindness of almost excruciating depth, and she had swallowed with a groan of longing, tears springing to her eyes.

Grief is such a—oh, it is such a solitary thing; this is the terror of it, I think. It is like sliding down the outside of a really long glass building while nobody sees you.

People are lonely, is my point here. Many people can't say to those they know well what it is they feel they might want to say.

And I also understood: Grief is a private thing. God, is it a private thing.

We're two lonely people having supper." "Exactly." said Bunny. "That's a date.