Quotes About Isolation

You're a virgin. You have no idea what you're asking for." "Then you will have to teach me." "Not like this. Not on a horse in the middle of nowhere.

The night is my companion, and solitude my guide

We should be used to it," Tatiana reasons. "There have always been lines separating us from the rest of the world, whether they were satin ribbons or iron rails.

Beyond the window, snow fell like frozen drops of poison.

Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad' " is one of the scariest stories I have ever read,

I wonder what they think of me in their world of light, deaf to the broken patterns around them. I wonder what stories they have invented, to explain me when I cannot explain myself.

I felt as if I walked inside a cold shadow, a shadow cast by bricks and mortar.

The Spire is a bad card. It can mean a literal tower, but it also means a fall from a height, whether literal or figurative, the destruction of something old and valuable. It means isolation, abandonment. It is the card of the scapegoat." "All of them things?" He raises an eyebrow at me. "The card also means falling to prey to your own self-confidence.

He was older than me and a hocus and educated and he talked flash, and he made like that was all there was to it, and it was him doing me the favor, being out here in the middle of absolutely fucking nothing, with the sky like some kind of monster, just waiting 'til you weren't watching to lean down and swallow you whole.

The world is disappearing, piece by piece; the darkness has closed in around me long before the sun sets.

There are no gardens in the Mirador. Only graveyards.

Noirance isn't about not being able to see. It's about not being able to find your way out of the dark. Being lost in a maze. Or being the creature in the heart of the maze who waits for the lost to come to it as they always will.

It had taken decades for her to understand that loneliness wasn't a lack of people in your life, but a lack of people who knew and understood you.

She was lonely, but she'd never tell anyone that. If you admitted you were lonely, people assumed there was something wrong with you. The media talked about an epidemic of loneliness, and yet admitting that you felt that way was a statement of failure.

In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

To work in silence and with all one's heart, that is the writer's lot; he is the only artist who must be solitary and yet needs the widest outlook on the world.

In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong.

In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

I saw William Blackett's escaping sail already far from land, and Captain Littlepage was sitting behind his closed window as I passed by, watching for some one who never came. I tried to speak to him, but he did not see me. There was a patient look on the old man's face, as if the world were a great mistake and he had nobody with whom to speak his own language or find companionship.

A community narrows down and grows dreadful ignorant when it is shut up to its own affairs, and gets no knowledge of the outside world except from a cheap, unprincipled paper.

But the cared for don't realize that on their daily path of neighbors, workmates, and faces on the streets there are those...who sit quietly looking out the window at other people's holiday lights, listening to other people's laughter, and finding the makings of other people's eggnog waiting in the morning trash.

When a person has to put down and pick up their own plate, cook alone and eat alone and wash up alone, then stare at an empty chair, well, there is no breath. Earl

Emptiness and loneliness consume you. Physically you're alive, but mentally you're dying inside.

For the past two years, I had coasted along these waters and each year ended the same. With me returning alone.