Quotes About Isolation

What must one be, to rave year after year with delirious feverishness about nonexistent, long-extinct themes, and to know nothing, to see nothing around one!

You vanished, leaving me alone, Without a trace or explanation. When many years had passed me by, Your voice awakened me by chance. I sat and read Your Word all night And came to life out of a trance. Since then I feel more drawn to people, To blend into the morning crowd.

Nobody knew me at Buckton. Clem had chosen the town because of that; and besides, even if I had wimp out, there was not enough gas to help me going further north. - I spit on your graves

Pam described herself as the person in fifth grade who got left behind when her friends got popular.

Mount Weather, the self-contained city out in Maryland.

Me acerco a ella, aparto a un lado el arco roto y cojo sus manos entre las mías. Pero cuando me inclino para besarla en la frente, me doy cuenta de que lo había entendido mal. No es que se identifique con lo perdido. Nora Hartson se identifica con lo destruido. Por eso puede entrar en una sala llena de gente y descubrir a la única persona que está sola. Por eso me encontró a mí. Reconoció la herida, se reconoció a sí misma.

Ebben? Ne andrò lontana" from Alfredo Catalani's La Wally

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

Alone with the dead, I dare not go out!

You must not be alone, for to be alone is to be full of fears and alarms.

Carpathian mountains; one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe.

Doors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place.

And then there was silence, deep, awful silence, which chilled me.

I promise. and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us.

Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.

Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one; men know him not - and to know not is to not care for.

I am beginning to feel this nocturnal existence tell on me. It is destroying my nerve. I start at my own shadow, and am full of all sorts of horrible imaginings. God knows that there is ground for my terrible fear in this accursed place!

She lived quite alone and whether the fault was hers or whether the fault was theirs I do not know. And a great deal of time went by and she did not speak to a living soul and a great wind of madness howled through her and overturned all her languages. And she forgot Italian, forgot English, forgot Latin, forgot Basque, forgot Welsh, forgot every thing in the world except Cat – and that, it is said, she spoke marvellously well.

That was the clock striking half-past one o'clock!" said Drawlight suddenly. "How lonely it sounds! Ugh! All the horrid things one reads of in novels always happen just as the church bell tolls or the clock strikes some hour or other in a dark house!

If I leave, then the House will have no Inhabitant and how will I bear the thought of it Empty?

She preferred those occupations that require no companion. She walked alone, rad alone, sat alone in the sittingroom or in the ray of faint sunshine which sometimes penetrated the little courtyard ab about one o'clock. She was less open-hearted and confiding than before; it was as if someone -- not necessarily Jonathan Strange -- had disappointed her and she was determined to be more independent in future.

a cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.