Quotes About Isolation

You don't know that," he said. "I want to eat my meat in my room with the lights off." "As a writer, are those really the words you want to use?" Stevie asked.

Stevie looked around for Janelle to help her, but Janelle was busy demonstrating proper sand-in-bottle technique to some kids. Some would have called this doing her job, but to Stevie, this was abandonment.

A writer who writes, ''I am alone''... can be considered rather comical. It is comical for a man to recognize his solitude by addressing a reader and by using methods that prevent the individual from being alone. The word alone is just as general as the word bread. To pronounce it is to summon to oneself the presence of everything the word excludes.

To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.

I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more. ... What I dread is the isolation. ... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.

One day, upon awakening from troubled dreams, Gregor Samsa found himself, in his bed, transformed into a monstrous vermin." —Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis One day, upon awakening, Haileab Asgedom found himself, in America, transformed into a monstrous black beetle.

I have nothing and no one but you, and you're useless. That's not a personal commentary. It's a statement of fact.

closure was like the sealing of a tomb. The engine turned.

He didn't want to say the word alive. And not just because it seemed so silly, putting that on an official record, but also because, alone in his cabin, it suddenly felt like the ship was listening. He didn't want it to hear him.

If man were not a gregarious animal, the world might have achieved, by this time, some real progress towards civilisation. Segregate him, and he is no fool. But let him loose among his fellows, and he is lost--he becomes just an unit in unreason.

She was utterly alone to-night in the midst of a vast indifference.

For ever stranded on the isle of an enchantress who would have nothing to do with him!

But no matter what happens to the surviving humans, there will always be the walking dead.

And Professor Tongun, from Sudan, "Like a tree in the forest, America doesn't hear foreign suffering.

We lost a hell of a lot more than just people when we abandoned them to the dead.

How do you effectively separate the infected from the others? How

I tried to go back online. Isn't that funny? All I could think about was trying to escape again, getting back to my world, being safe.

In a radiated planet, the walking dead might be the only creatures left "alive." We

the only Cuba I could ever imagine. That is, until the dead began to rise.

It's great to live free of the other sheep until you hear the wolves howl

Go into the woods to lose sight and memory of the crimes of your contemporaries. —JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU

It's great to live free of the other sheep until you hear the wolves howl.

and everything is inhuman

Ich finde sie lustig, ihre heutigen Tänze, lustig zum Schauen, diese existentialistische Hopserei, wo jeder für sich allein tanzt, seine eignen Faxen schwingt, verwickelt in die eignen Beine, geschüttelt wie von einem Schüttelfrost, alles etwas epileptisch, aber lustig, sehr temperamentvoll, muß ich sagen, aber ich kann das nicht.