Quotes About Isolation

We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.

But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

How can you be lonely? You've got yourself, haven't you? If you ever lose yourself, then you'll really be lonely.

Often? That's a relative concept when you're in here." He licked his lips. They were chapped, startlingly red against the snow white of his Methuselah beard.

If you're going to put yourself above everybody else, you might end up alone.

I told myself all that's wrong with us is misunderstanding. That's not good, but it's not the worst. The worst is not having anyone to have a misunderstanding with.

Windows were broken. Where not broken they were boarded up, had been for years: the rust from nailheads had written long, sad farewells down the salt-silvered planks.

He was the first young man Alex had met since he arrived, all the others buried or missing, irretrievable. Then a few dragging steps and Alex saw why: a Goebbels clubfoot had kept him out of war.

Despair busies one, and my weekend was spoken for. I was going to lie down on the floor of my apartment in the draft of the air conditioner and spend two days and nights traveling a circuit of regret, self-pity, and jealousy.

After a couple of somehow frightening evenings over the course of which each of us was, there can be little doubt, impressed more and more powerfully by the mental illness of the other, we restricted our friendship to the stairs.

Life itself had become disembodied. My family, the spine of my days, had crumbled. I was lost in invertebrate time.

I am alone. My heart beats only for myself. The strikers mean nothing to me. I have nothing in common with the mob, nor with individuals. I am a cold person. In the war I did not feel I was part of my company. We all lay in the same mud and waited for the same death. But I could think only about my own life and death. I would step over corpses and it oftened saddened me that I could feel no pain.

He felt light, lighter than ever in all his years. He had severed all relationships. It occurred to him that he had been alone for years. He had been alone since that moment when desire had ceased between his woman and himself. He was alone -alone. Wife and children had surrounded him and had hindered him from bearing his pain. Like useless poultices that do not aid healing, they had lain upon his wounds and had merely covered them.

Solitude vivifies isolation kills.

Their matter-of-fact tone answered Jaypaw's question. These cats heard only the wind. The voices spoke to him alone.

The strange cat looked at him blankly. "It's been so long since any cat spoke my name, I don't need it anymore." His eyes spoke to Firestar of deep sadness; his voice ached with it, so that Firestar could hardly bear to listen.

with agony, and he felt warm, sticky blood pooling beneath his paws. His Clanmates' furious words seemed to be coming from a long way off, as if he were underwater

We were outcasts for a while, that's all.

They'd chase you off as soon as look at you.

Don't try to follow me. Cats have no friends or allies here. They must walk their path of shadows alone.

Bristlefrost glanced at him. "Wouldn't you hate being alone all the time?

What if I'm a rogue, too? Will they all turn against me?

From now on, SkyClan is not one of us," Wind Runner showed her teeth. "They do not exist. They must survive alone.