Quotes About Isolation

and like a lot of grieving people who keep a habitual distance from their emotions, he thought that being alone was what he needed.

I wasn't unkind to him. I just didn't talk to him. I didn't talk to anybody, and I didn't want anybody talking to me. That was the plan.

all I want to do is get home and never see any of you authors ever again

When she found herself alone in the house, she had a record of Highland reels and marches that she played very loud, because for unknown reasons the sound of bagpipes kept the creature at bay.

I don't mean to deny a feeling of solitude. It is there, reinforced by the fact that radio contact with the Earth abruptly cuts off at the instant I disappear behind the moon, I am alone now, truly alone, and absolutely isolated from any known life. I am it. If a count were taken, the score would be three billion plus two over on the other side of the moon, and one plus God knows what on this side.

He had lived alone most of his life. He was used to places that were empty. He knew the real shelter of a home was inside yourself.

Nobody in this world is who they say they are. Nobody. Not when they're in their own room with the door shut and locked. And nobody knows anybody, no matter what they think... The best you can hope for is to know yourself. And sometimes when you do, when you see your true self, you have to turn away.

Loneliness had been the trash can fire he huddled around for most of his life.

Walls within walls, Bosch thought. He wondered what the owners did with all of their space besides fearfully guard it.

You don't like what you see out your window, you put up a wall.

Are you like him?" she asked. "Who?" "Timido. Alone out there in the dark world." "Sometimes. Everybody is sometimes.

The black heart does not beat alone.

Ten years might as well be a hundred if you are doing time for a crime you didn't commit, he said.

King retired about five years ago and moved to East Bumfuck, Idaho—somewhere out in the woods with no phone and no internet. He went completely off the grid. She

Hopper's Nighthawks.

It was a place to drink alone. A place for executive suicides who needed courage, broken cops who couldn't cope with the loneliness they built into their lives, writers who could no longer write and priests who could no longer forgive even their own sins.

She said the problem was he could not drop his guard completely and he knew this was true. Bosch had spent a lifetime alone, but not necessarily lonely.

In death, she would be treated the way she had been in life, left alone and forgotten.

agoraphobic lieutenant's

I dwelt alone In a world of moan And my soul was a stagnant tide

had been part of an organization that promoted isolation from the outside world, that cultivated the "us versus them" ethic. I had been part of the cult of the blue religion and now I was out, excommunicated, part of the outside world. I had no badge. I was no longer part of us. I was one of them.

no longer tell if he was upset by being so far

The coyote howled once more. Bosch thought he could hear a dog answering somewhere in the distance. "Are you like him?" she asked. "Who?" "Timido. Alone out there in the dark world." "Sometimes. Everybody is sometimes." "Yes

like the ghastly mouth in Edvard Munch's painting The Scream.