Quotes About Isolation

I didn't want to start relying on what someone else thought was right. It was easier to go away all together.

My worst image of myself is me sitting on a bed, smoking a cigarette, waiting for a phone call and thinking thoughts that don't join together.

People can have lovers..they can have friends..they can be together..but when you think about it..you'll see that originally..we're alone

Take young researchers, put them together in virtual seclusion, give them an unprecedented degree of freedom and turn up the pressure by fostering competitiveness.

Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don't come together in real groups.

Come aboard if your destination is oblivion- it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat if you want. But it's a sad view.

All she could think of was crawling into bed and being left alone with her misery.

If living were the right word. It had been a suspended life. She had worn black for Teddy inside and out. And somehow it had become a comfortable way of life. While part of her yearned for gaiety and a renewal of life, the other part clung to its cocoon. It was safer to remain inside it. It was less likely that she would have to experience again the pain of losing someone around whom her life had come to revolve.

She laughed rather self-consciously. I have never talked about this with anyone before, she said. He hunched his shoulder so that her head slipped against it. People so rarely talk about anything that matters, he said. We fill silences and so often live with a deeper silence and a greater loneliness.

It was a pang of envy, perhaps. They were family. He was the outsider. Always the outsider.

God, the light had gone out. He was in darkness.

She leads a rather lonely life.

There was loneliness and emptiness without Teddy, she had said. He had news for her. There was always loneliness and emptiness. It was part of the condition of living.

She did not want to think of him as a man who was perhaps essentially lonely.

what it was like to feel all alone in the world and had been willing to share with a near stranger what must have seemed like her shame at the time. "Of course," Lady Overfield continued when Wren said nothing, "I do not live at Brambledean

Life on a large estate for a single gentleman can become very lonely.

He always felt a pang of something—anger? bitterness? loneliness?—when he heard Christina laugh. She seemed able to do it with everyone except him.

It is a trial to live in such a retired corner of the country, where one rarely sees anyone worth seeing.

But it was not so much the fresh air that she needed as a few minutes of solitude, a few minutes in which to collect herself. She stood to the side of one open doorway, half hidden by the heavy velvet drapery, and felt a raw ache at the back of her throat. She wanted to cry, she realized. For all the great popularity and success the evening was bringing her she felt a terrible loneliness.

They seemed very much alone together in the room.

Had he done the right thing to let her go without a word or a letter? Was he right to leave it so, to disappear from her life?

In one way . . . living in a cocoon was preferable to stepping out into a larger, brighter, freer world. There was light and joy in this world—she seemed to have lived more intensely in the past week than she had done in all her life before. But there was the anticipation of pain too. The house was going to feel quite unbearably empty . . . . Her life was going to be unbearably empty. But then cocoons were not necessarily warm, comforting places either.

Already it felt like a dream. Already she felt the painful loneliness of the coming weeks and months—perhaps years.

He looked as if he would dearly love to escape, Henry thought as she too stood momentarily alone at the other side of the ballroom.