Quotes About Isolation

Briony's ladies-in-waiting kept their distance, as though their mistress had some illness which might spread—and indeed she did, Briony thought, because unhappiness was ambitious.

Barrick could only stand and watch them go, alone with the tribe of incomprehensible strangers who lived now in his blood and his thoughts.

but no other friend would feel a lie as a sort of physical corruption; she could not imagine anyone else in her life despairing because he could not hear the sun's voice.

There can be few situations more fearful than breaking down in darkness on the highway leading to Casablanca. I have rarely felt quite so vulnerable or alone.

Venture to a remote corner of a faraway land and, from the moment you get there, every person and every thing becomes an obstacle, designed to entrap you, to stop you proceeding on your way.

Spend sixteen weeks in the jungle and you being to question your own sanity, especially when you are the one goading everyone else ahead.

I can't believe there's a prison anywhere out here,' Blaine said, turning the engine off. 'It's the middle of nowhere.

That's right, Snowbébé. This world—it's cold and smelly.

He was broken because of the army, and the army didn't want him because he was broken.

He hated this time of year. Every day was shorter than the last. Night began to fall in late afternoon. Winter could arrive on any given day and stay until April. They had had an ice storm on Halloween and a blizzard on Veterans Day, followed by three days of rain that had caused flash flooding in low-lying areas. The odd day of stunning, electric blue skies and a paltry few lingering fall colors couldn't make up for the stretches of bleak gray or the damp cold that knifed to the bone.

There were only two reasons to lock a door: to keep one's self in and protected, and to keep one's family out and excluded. Either way, she didn't like it.

Just like that. It's time I started paying attention, before I end up like Stan Dempsey, living alone with an arsenal and one lawn chair in the backyard.

The wolf who sings alone is not happy.

Most disasters are fast, and big. You can see everyone else's life got overturned when yours did. Houses are smashed, livestock's dead. But plagues isolate people. They shut themselves inside while disease takes a life at a time, day after day. It adds up. Whole cities break under the load of what was lost. People stop trusting each other, because you don't know who's sick.

It gets cold in the desert at night, particularly up in the mountains; the stars hammer on the rock and strike frost.

No man to lord, no child to hold.

I felt angry and silly in that feather-itch dress. I felt alone. But one always is, I suppose.

All at once she saw a young man bound on a wheel of iron; his hair was black, his white body marbed with purple wounds, and his face forever empty.

It was his second day without water, a matter between himself and death.

Love was like a wild beast gnawing her heart and her vitals. She had been too proud and too outcast and too self-sufficient to know it before.

Under the ruthless cold of the gathering stars, Cyrion walked away.

If she sat on the mountain, the witch's spell-for what else was it?-would invade her again, and she would see his eyes in the sky and in the green stones, and hear his voice, speaking, laughing, but not to her or with her.

Draum om nedsnødde bruer Med vi står fell snøen tettare. Kåpearmen din blir kvit. Kåpearmen min blir kvit. Dei går mellom oss som nedsnødde bruer. Men nedsnødde bruer er frosne. Inni her er det levande varmt. Varm under snøen er armen din ei sæl vekt på min. Det snør og snør på stille bruer. Bruer ingen veit om.

Fear can resemble a crackling sound in a frozen ditch.