Quotes About Isolation

A city is the weirdest, loneliest thing.

Now, see, that's why everybody wants Internet friends. You can find people just exactly like you. Screw your neighbors and your family, too messy.' Dovey's phone buzzed, and she laughed, ignoring it. 'The trouble is, once you filter out everybody that doesn't agree with you, all that's left is maybe this one retired surfer guy living in Idaho.

There's nothing like living as a refugee in one's own country to turn a generous soul into a hard little fist.

Somebody one time gave me the one where the boy is hateful and sent to bed with no supper, and in his head he's a monster and goes to this island where it's all wild monsters like him, seriously ticked off, making their wild rumpus.

You get used to it, not in the good way, to the extent of the entire world oftentimes feeling like a place where you weren't invited. If you've been here, you know. If not, must be nice.

It's terrible to lose somebody, I said, I mean, I don't know firsthand, but I can imagine it must be. But it's also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that's got to be so much worse.

I don't know, Magda says, Seems like that's just how it is with you and me. We're like islands on the moon.

You just read your books and go on a hundred miles away, You ignore me.

If you're surprised a mom would discuss boyfriend hotness with a kid still learning not to pick his nose, you've not seen the far end of lonely.

driving me to see my mom get put in the ground. It hit me pretty hard, how there's no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning. People will keep on wanting what they want, and you're on your own.

If you're surprised a mom would discuss boyfriend hotness with a kid still learning not to pick his nose, you've not see the far end of lonely.

Something like that is as bad or as good as a telephone ringing in the night: either way, you're not as alone as you think.

a husband quits a wife, leaving her with her naked body curled around the emptied-out mine of her womb. I know people.

regular Niagara of blond highlights was Crystal, sitting alone with her breakfast, gazing at it with such earnest focus, you'd think she was on a first date with that Pepsi and glazed doughnut.

The truth is, it didn't matter what or how hard we yelled. Nothing was coming back to us.

Living in a holler, the sun gets around to you late in the day, and leaves you early. Like much else you might want.

Lonesome! Nothing lonesomer than getting shackled to a bully-man in his house of spite.

you've not seen the far end of lonely.

One of those hot, rainy days where you feel like you're breathing your own breath out of a paper bag.

Sixty-four," Adah said. Even though she talked now, it was like she was still handing over her little written announcements on notebook paper.

If it had been July, my heart already would have cracked for the beauty. As it was, I might die of loneliness.

She cursed aloud and sat up. Damned thing, self-consciousness, like a pitiful stray dog tagging you down the road—so hard to shake off. So easy to get back. No man had ever spoken to her

This marriage has failed to warm her.

She needs some proof that she isn't the last woman left on earth, the surviving queen of nothing.