Quotes About Isolation

He thought the library door would never open again, but that he would be left to live out the rest of his life rooted to the spot on the library carpet, afraid to move a muscle lest the house fall upon his shoulders. He deliberately shrugged them and shuffled his feel just to prove to himself that it could be done.

In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue heaven, no movement upon the dull, grey earth—above all, there is absolute silence. Listen as one may, there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing but silence—complete and heart-subduing silence.

In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue heaven, no movement upon the dull, grey earth—above all, there is absolute silence. Listen as one may, there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing

And yet it was one thing to laugh about it in London, and it is another to stand out here in the darkness of the moor and to hear such a cry as that.

which had cast him out. It needed but this to complete the grim suggestiveness

Traveled a considerable distance, and would have gone to the Pole, but my matches run short and I couldn't get a smoke (Dangerous work: Dairy of an Arctic Adventures)

Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.

I felt I was standing on a stage many hours after the dance had ended, when the silence lay as heavily upon the empty theater as a blanket of snow.

Most nights I lay on my futon I was sick with anxiety, and felt a pit inside myself as big and empty as if the world were nothing more than giant hall empty of people.

I knew he noticed the tress, and the mud, and the children in the street, but I had no reason to believe he'd ever notice me.

Iako je oko mene bila soba, osje?ala sam se izgubljenom u potpunoj praznini.

Skumjas ir tik sav?das,kad t?s uzn?k, m?s esam gluži bezsp?c?gi. T?s ir k? logs, kas pats no sevis atveras. Istab? k??st auksti, un mums atliek vien?gi drebin?ties. Bet ar katru reizi logs atveras šaur?k un aizvien šaur?k, un tad k?du dienu m?s iedom?jamies, kur gan tas palicis.

When I looked up, Nobu was watching me. Guests all around him were laughing and enjoying themselves, and there he sat with his eyes fixed on me, as lost in his thoughts as I had been in mine. We were like two wet spots in the midst of burning charcoal.

Eram o insul? abandonat? în mijlocul oceanului, f?r? trecut È™i cu siguran?? f?r? viitor.

a private hell was something you lived with alone, even when someone else's casual questions nudged old, raw wounds within yourself.

It was quiet in the cell. Rubashov heard only the creaking of his steps on the tiles. Six and a half steps to the door, whence they must come to fetch him,six and a half steps to the window, behind which night was falling. Soon it would be over. But when he asked himself, For what actually are you dying? he found no answer.

With you, thought Rubashov and looked at the whitewashed wall behind which the other stood—in the meantime he had probably lit a cigarette and was blowing the smoke against the wall — with you I have no accounts to settle. To you I owe no fare. Between you and us there is no common currency and no common language. ... Well, what do you want now?

Solitary confinement is rock bottom, it's absolute unfreedom.

Why, if evolution were a free for all, restrained only by selection for fitness, why did Australia not produce some of the bug-eyed monsters of science fiction? The only moderately unorthodox creation of that isolated island in a hundred million years are the kangaroos and wallabies; the rest of its fauna consists of rather poor replicas of more efficient placental types-vatiations on a limited number of archetypal themes.

he'll come back. We all come back, Kate. These private little revolutions always die. The compromise is always made. In a peculiar way. Frank is right-- every man does have a star. The star of one's honesty. And you spend your life groping for it, but once it's out it never lights again. I don't think he went very far. He probably just wanted to be alone to watch his star go out.

They tried to escape technology, to stay away from that and still have relationships with their fellow humans. Very difficult.

But then, it's what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I'm lonely.

I don't know what the hell I'm workin' for. Sometimes I sit in my apartment–all alone. And I think of the rent I'm paying. And it's crazy. But then, it's what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I'm lonely.

Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it, and there's nobody o live in it.