Quotes About Isolation

A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself. We

I felt the starched walls of a pink cotton penitentiary closing in on me, and for the second time in my life I thought of running away.

There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.

A baseball hit into the Radley yard was a lost ball and no questions asked.

The Radleys, welcome anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection unforgivable in Maycomb.

Nobody knew what form of intimidation Mr. Radley employed to keep Boo out of sight...

Now we are both lonely, for entirely different reasons, but it feels the same, doesn't it?

She looked at Maycomb, and her throat tightened: Maycomb was looking back at her. Go away, the old buildings said. There is no place for you here. You are not wanted. We have secrets.

She is the last of her kind, she thought. No wars had ever touched her, and she had lived through three; nothing had disturbed that world of hers, where gentlemen smoked on the porch or in hammocks, where ladies fanned themselves gently and drank cool water.

From the day Mr Radley took Arthur home, people said the house died.

Aber wenn es nur eine Art von Menschen gibt, warum können sie dann nicht miteinander auskommen? Wenn sie alle gleich sind, warum haben sie dann nichts anderes im Kopf als sich gegenseitig zu verabscheuen? Scout, so allmählich wird mir was klar. So allmählich wird mir klar, weshalb Boo Radley die ganze Zeit im Haus bleibt... Er tut´s, weil er drinbleiben will

No trains went there—Maycomb Junction, a courtesy title, was located in Abbott County, twenty miles away. Bus service was erratic and seemed to go nowhere, but the Federal Government had forced a highway or two through the swamps, thus giving the citizens an opportunity for free egress. But few people took advantage of the roads, and why should they? If you did not want much, there was plenty.

There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County.

The night-crawlers had retired, but ripe chinaberries drummed on the roof when the wind stirred, and the darkness was desolate with the barking of distant dog.

Scout, I think I'm beginning to understand something. I think I'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time. It's because he wants to stay inside.

Hell is eternal apartness. What had she done that she must spend the rest of her years reaching out with yearning for them, making secret trips to long ago, making no journey to the present?I am their blood and bones, I have dug in this ground, this is my home. But I am not their blood, the ground doesn't care who digs it, I am a stranger at a cocktail party.

Mike has a theory that most calls are boring, so he often leaves his phone where he can't hear it.

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul?

Sometimes I feel so- I don't know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you're used to has been ripped away. Like there's no more gravity, and I'm left to drift in outer space with no idea where I'm going' Like a little lost Sputnik?' I guess so.

I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what I am saying? A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.

I am nothing. I'm like someone who's been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.