Quotes About Isolation

That in turn made him think of some poem or other, one about how you could spend years running, but in the end you always wound up facing yourself in a hotel room, with a naked bulb hanging overhead and a revolver on the table.

Oh, what the fuck,' she told the empty house. 'Bring on the night.

the porch was empty. They had gone back inside. It was as if the Overlook had swallowed them.

I'm afraid to go to sleep. I'm afraid my dead friends will come to me, and that seeing them will kill me.

Part of her wanted to run. Never mind how flowing water was bound to take her to people eventually, all that was likely just a crock of Little House of the Prairie shit.

She pushed the button and like a miracle her head filled with the sound of Jerry Trupiano's voice… and more importantly, with the sounds of Fenway Park. She was sitting out here in the darkening, drippy woods, lost and alone, but she could hear thirty thousand people. It was a miracle.

I want to go someplace where nobody knows me and I don't have any black marks against me before I start.

In a real dark night of the soul, Scott Fitzgerald had said, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.? Stephen King, The Shining

Graffiti scratched on a desk of the Barker Street Grammar School in Chamberlain: Carrie White eats shit.

Dark, don't catch me here.

Never had he seen a man who looked so lonely, so far from the run of human life with its fellowship and warmth. To see him here, in this place of fiesta, only underlined the truth of him: he was the last. There was no other.

I suspect that fright, like pain, is one of those things that slip our minds once they have passed. What I do remember is a feeling I'd had before when I was down here, especially when I was walking this road by myself. It was a sense that reality is thin. I think it is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.

and now he knew what it was like to be on the inside, caught in a web woven from your sickest fears and most traumatic experiences. There was no way to retreat from it, and no way to cut through it

Bill thought, why are they crying so far apart?

Hawaii was defined by its isolation. Its first settlers, probably Polynesians from islands to the south, are thought to have arrived roughly around the time of Christ. Over the centuries, Hawaiians had little contact with anyone else because almost no one could cross the vast expanse of ocean that surrounded their islands. Thousands of unique plants and animal species evolved, more than almost anywhere else on earth.

New York always brings out the serial killer in me. It's a great city to kill in. The best. You've got something like fifteen million people living cheek by jowl, and most of them couldn't give a damn about anyone else. No one wants to get involved. No one cares.

I'm not alive." She heard fury climbing to the top of his voice. "I'm a leper. Outcast unclean. Lepers are ugly and filthy. And abominable." His words filled her with horror and protest. "How can it be?" she moaned. "You are not—abominable. What world is it that dares treat you so?

Soon Covenant was lost again; the complexities of the

this library is another desert. A wasteland of words instead of sand.

A sealed door admits no light.' Will you not speak to me? No hand may open that door but your own.

Something in her expression made Covenant feel that he came from a very poor world, where no one knew or cared about healing stoneware pots.

He did not want to talk to anyone until he had had more time to think. But at the same time he did not want to be alone. The threat of madness was always at its worst when he was alone.

There's a hole in the world like a big black pit who are filled with people who are filled with shit.