Quotes About Isolation

Ben saw the inside of that fridge, which had been packed with food the month before, and now just had beer and a big jar with one single pickle floating in it like a turd.

More than anything else, I wanted not to be alone — yet all my actions guaranteed I'd be lonely. Like wearing a vest of explosives when you're coming in for a hug, insatiable need is a form of sabotage.

I pappagalli verdi li trascinano nel buio, per sempre.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving...

No one will sing songs in our memory. We are the last of the Free Companies of Khatovar. Our traditions and memories live only in these Annals. We are our only mourners. It is the Company against the world. Thus it has been and ever will be.

Nobody who wasn't down there

Nikt nie za?piewa pie?ni na nasz? cze??. Jeste?my ostatni? z Wolnych Kompanii z Khotovaru. Nasze tradycje i wspomnienia ?yj? wy??cznie w tych Kronikach. Jedynie my przywdziejemy ?a?ob? po sobie samych. Kompania przeciw ca?emu ?wiatu. Tak by?o i tak zawsze b?dzie.

El astronauta desde la luna dijo: -Todo va OK lo que apenas se puede aguantar es este silencio.

So Lorraine found herself, on her knees, surrounded by the most dangerous species in existence—human males with an erection to validate in a world that was only six feet wide.

We need Nellie and dry clothes. Dan glared resentfully at the retreating yaht in the distance. A grenade launcher would be nice, too.

I was the fifth wheel nobody wanted.

Don't be amazed. There is nothing strange about eight white men being alone and therefore helpless.

As the late afternoon sun shone in Shaw's face and a soft flower-scented wind cooled him, his unhappiness turned to a detachment that was not at all unpleasant. He was utterly alone in the world. This knowledge thrilled him.

I waited alone in a cold ante-room. Aides came and went, including General Knox who bestowed on me his fish eye as he went inside.

So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone for ever.

Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.

This was hell then; it wasn't anything to worry about: it was just his own familiar room.

I am late,' she said, 'I know that I am late. So many little things have to be done when you are alone, and I am not yet accustomed to being alone,' she added with a pretty little sob which reminded me of a cut-glass Victorian tear-bottle. She took off thick winter gloves with a wringing gesture which made me think of handkerchiefs wet with grief, and her hands looked suddenly small and useless and vulnerable.

I was an only child. It's a great disadvantage being an only child.

All right. All right.' He thought: am I taking to drink too? It seemed to him that he had no shape left, nothing you could touch and say: this is Scobie.

A picture postcard is a symptom of loneliness.

I thought of Phuong just because of her complete absence. So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

That was what happened to a man in the end: the stuffy room, the wakeful children, the Saturday night movements from the other bed. Was there no escape--anywhere--for anyone? It was worth murdering a world.