Quotes About Isolation

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

And then there were none.

Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, want to be alone.

How can I go on living here and suspecting everybody ?

I avoided my own friends and acquaintances, yet the loneliness of my existence was insupportable.

He felt lost without his hatred–lost and afraid. About Mickey Argyle

He had had a lonely life and a lonely death. But it had been the kind of loneliness that spends itself in living amongst people, and in passing the time that way not unpleasantly. Major Palgrave might have been a lonely man, he had also been quite a cheerful one.

Don't be a fool," Vera Claythorne urged herself. "It's all right. Elly Kleinman and others are downstairs. All four of them. There's no one in the room. There can't be. You're imagining things, my girl.

Living alone, with no one to consult or talk to, one might easily become melodramatic, and imagine things which had no foundation on fact.

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.

One little soldier boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were None.

The old gentleman refuses to have the telephone which he regards as a device of the devil, and on a par with radio, television, cinema organs and jet planes, so I had to take a chance of finding him at home.

suppose if something very terrible had happened, so terrible as to be almost unbearable, one might get like that. One might run away from reality into a half world of one's own and then, of course, after a time, one wouldn't be able to get back...

They went up the stairs. The next move was a little like a scene in a farce. Each one of the four stood with a hand on his or her bedroom door handle. Then, as though at a signal, each one stepped into the room and pulled the door shut. There were sounds of bolts and locks, of the moving of furniture. Four frightened people were barricaded in until morning.

Ten little soldier boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were Nine. Nine

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing; Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness.

Snobbery here raised its hideous head and marooned her on a permanent island of loneliness.

Vera cried: 'Don´t you see? We´re the Zoo...Last night, we were hardly human any more. We´re the Zoo...

She went on broodingly: "It's so dreadfully easy—killing people. And you begin to feel that it doesn't matter . . . that it's only you that matters! It's dangerous—that.

Yes; you see, having committed a murder, puts you in a position of great loneliness. You'd like to tell somebody all about it — and you never can. And that makes you want to all the more. And so — if you can't talk about how you did it, you can at least talk about the murder itself — discuss it, advanced theories — go over it. - Old Man Charles

You would hate people if you were like me… If you weren't wanted.

I'm afraid you'll find it very quiet down here, Hastings." "My dear fellow, that's just what I want.

When people barely notice you're alive, you're not likely to have any enemies.

Soldier Island, eh? There's a fly in the ointment.