Quotes About Isolation

She became an obsessive runner and an anorexic. For nine years she barely ate. "When you have an inability to connect with people, and you feel shameful about yourself, the only power you have is over your own body. I couldn't speak up for myself, so this was the only way I could actually exert any influence over myself.

Dostoyevsky described hell as perhaps nothing more than a room with a chair in it. This room has several chairs. A young man sits in one.

But this time of the year she was in her vaults, underground, and here she resided alone, spending most of her life in darkness, like a tongue

spending most of her life in darkness, like a tongue.

I found the stack of letters on my desk when I got back. People really liked the idea of the trip; they found it romantic—and I think they were amused, learning where I was popping up from week to week—but I didn't know that while it was happening. Aside from other cyclists I encountered on the road occasionally and the people I interviewed along the way, I pedaled along in pretty much total isolation

Write on a screen that has no Internet access.

Alright, go away. I have a tiny world to save.

I'm everyone everywhere with you without you unbound set free in limbo lost at sea.

What happened after my best friend left is that I couldn't make friends anymore, or I could make them but I couldn't enjoy them, I couldn't relate to them.

every man is an island and at the same time also robinson crusoe.

Oupa took no notice of us just as he took no notice of his real grandchildren.

Wanda: I can't stand people, I hate them. Henry: Oh yeah? Wanda: Do you hate them? Henry: No, but I seem to feel better when they're not around.

The trouble is,' the bound man went on, not stopped by anyone, 'that you are too closed off and have definitively lost faith in people. You must agree, one can't place all one's affection in a dog. Your life is impoverished, Hegemon.' And here the speaker allowed himself to smile.

There's no light, no up or down, no possibility of movement, no anything. There's nothing, forever, with no way out. I felt such terror.

The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats.

Hay soledad en el hogar sin bulla, sin noticias, sin verde, sin niñez.

The son was in high school. He had a part-time job at a laundromat in a small disenchanting strip mall. He was reading Anna Karenina. He was three hundred– plus pages deep. Soap 'n' Suds was almost never busy. The boss was scarce. The son could read. A young woman arrived with her wash, got change, and asked what he was reading. Anna Karenina. Oh, she said, is that the one where she throws herself on the rails at the end. Asshole, he muttered.

If you're going to get technical, you're going to lose all your friends.

In these dark rooms I pass such listless days, I wander up and down looking for the windows - when a window opens there will be some relief. But there are no windows, or at least I cannot find them. And perhaps it's just as well. Perhaps the light would prove another torment. Who knows what new things it would reveal? (The Windows)

Erica's despair has nothing to do with lack of motherly love. She loved Maja fiercely and sincerely. At the same time she felt as if she'd been invaded by an alien parasite that sucked all joy out of her and forced her into a shadow existence that had nothing in common with the life she'd lived before.

Nature is forever playing solitaire with herself.

It was scary how a girl couldn't live without friends.

She didn't want to have anything to do with the party. She was tired of feeling like she didn't fit in, but she didn't want to go home, either, because she was a tired of being lonely and she was a little drunk.

I was not meant for this world. I don't know. All I know is, I love, and I am not loved. I do not know happiness. I know despair, loneliness, and longing.