Quotes About Isolation

Because I expected so little, Gaines's painting is startlingly powerul. A lank-haired blond woman with a hard face sits at akitchen table in the harsh light of a bare bulb. She's surrounded by dirty cereal bowls and fast-food bags, and her shirt is open to the waist, revealing small sagging breasts. Her hollow eyes look out from the canvas with the sullen resignation of an animal that has helped build its own cage.

Looking down the road that runs along the bluff, I spy a solitary figure in the rain. The Turning Angel.

There's nothing harder than fighting alone, with no one to keep you company in your foxhole.

Grief is the most solitary emotion; it makes islands of us all.

The problem had to be with him, FN-2187 thought. That was the only explanation. It was what everyone had been saying all along, after all. He was different. Maybe he was so different he was broken. So he would work to fix it, to be a real stormtrooper, to be one of them. That was, he thought, what he wanted most of all. Not to be alone.

Hope can live in a vacuum.

For a long time, Ben had sensed that something was wrong. He had not heard his parents scream or shout at one another for days. He seldom even heard them argue. Instead they would just quit talking to each other until the whole house filled with a deep and disturbing quiet. Those silences gradually became longer and much more frequent. His father seemed to be gone more and more.

I don't know why the water and the sky scare me. I wonder if it is because here at the ocean there is no place to hide.

Shame has a way of cutting one off from everyone one knows. Especially those who might forgive.

Sami told her about the abuse that had been going on. All that she'd missed. How Tori was locked in a dog kennel and sprayed with a hose. The nudity. The withholding of food. And Ron Woodworth. "She did the same thing to Kathy, Nikki.

cell finally finds service outside of Fruitland and I pull the BMW over to make some calls. First

I was the asteroid that hovered just outside his orbit.

she woke up, unable to breathe through a pillow pressed over her face.

Escape has two steps: first, separating from the pursuer. Then, distancing yourself from the incident, so nobody suspects the distant hubbub has you as its prey.

She could hear crew footsteps thumping in the corridors above.

You know, I'd like to live here alone like you." "You can't." "Why not?" "If you come I'll be here and you won't be alone. Neither will I." "Well, I mean almost alone.

Without the giants mankind would be alone with the rats and the cockroaches. Worse, perhaps, he would be alone with himself. This fuzzy issue had not occupied the futurologists. They cluckclucked over butter mountains here versus starvation there, and supplied their own recipes. They loved their theories more than the world.

But I feel myself marooned on the island of my self.

Some loves are like that. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, & your self-respect & independence. After a while you start throwing people out - friends, everyone you know. & it's still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, & you know it's going to take you down with it. I've seen that happen to a lot of people. I think that's why I'm sick of love. - Karla

I felt a darkness growing within me that was too numb for sorrow and too cold for rage.

Silence is the tortured man's revenge.

Most loves are like that, from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out—your friends, everyone you used to know. And it's still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it's going to take you down with it.

Surrounded by people and hungry for solitude, I was always and everywhere alone.

It was a measure of just how lost and lonely I was, in my exile, that I looked forward to fighting him.