Quotes About Isolation

He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.

My first and biggest love was always fiction writing. But it is a very lonely pastime.

I really didn't want to be a part of the world because I found that the world was filled with unkindness. People didn't love each other.

You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.

People Die...Beauty Fades...Love Changes...And You Will Always Be Alone

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

Septimus has been working too hard" - that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary, she thought.

It's when we're inches apart and not speaking or touching each other that I feel that we are miles apart.

When the color goes out of your soul, you are left with an empty heart.

I long for acceptance, but all I get is rejection.

I think only when you are truly alone can you see you never were.

She was floating in the midst of a black sea, in the darkest of nights, with no hope or care to see light again. She was a mere wave away from drowning in blackness.

Numbers do not feel. Do not bleed or weep or hope. They do not know bravery or sacrifice. Love or allegiance. At the very apex of callousness you will find only ones and zeroes.

This, explained the angel, is hell. The people do not love each other. They only want to feed themselves.

I've come to learn that being alone is better than being next to someone and feeling alone.

I cannot love, I want to be aloneI will not love, I want to be alone

I can deal with anything in this world, except your silence.

Just because you're with someone, doesn't mean you're not alone.

Then suddenly you're left all alonewith your body that can't love youand your will that can't save you.

No matter how close people get, they never reach each other. Including us now. Even now, there's a place where each of us is alone.

Sometime I wonder why I walk alone on this cold, windy road. Maybe I have no one to love or no one love me at all?

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!

Amo la sombra y la oscuridad, y prefiero, cuando puedo, estar a solas con mis pensamientos.

and the crash of the thunder, and the booming of the mighty billows came through the damp oblivion even louder than before.