Quotes About Isolation

The children in 'Nobody Knows' had a resonance with me. The children are projections of myself.

We grew up in rural Arkansas without any Koreans close by, and when I go to Korea feel out of place.

LA is a harsh city to be in when you're a little girl from the South, and you have absolutely no idea what you're doing and you are thinking, 'Am I making, have I made a massive mistake? I don't have money to move back home. My parents are not on board with this. What do I do?'

When you come off 'The X Factor,' you're more likely to be a failure than a success because people almost want you to fail. There's this kind of feeling that you're separate from everyone else. You get it from artists, people in the industry, people at record labels.

I lack trust in others.

In a moment of imagined separation, we become self-conscious and self-absorbed, and we assume we are less worthy than every other person we encounter. We want to hide out and yet be noticed. When this happens to nations of people, wars start.

I'd learned that the hard way, all week. I hadn't realized how much I'd relied on his scowls or his shrugs or his grudging looks of approval to help me figure something out—until they weren't there anymore. Or how I could talk to some people about a lot of things, but only to him about everything.

But then I found out that somebody, probably the damned guards, had drunk all the beer, and that was the last straw. So I was hermiting inside my tent with an attitude and the last piece of food in the place. Because there are certain things even a troll won't eat.

Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.

she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.

Was auch um mich herum geschah, nie hatte ich das Gefühl, irgend etwas davon hätte mit mir zu tun. Die ganze Zeit über hielt ich gewissermaßen den Atem an und wartete auf meinen Einsatz, wartete auf die entscheidenden Worte, die fallen mussten, damit ich hinter dem Vorhang hervor auf die Bühne treten und mitspielen konnte. Aber das Leben ging weiter und weiter, die Worte fielen nicht, und die Jahre sammelten sich an wie Dreck und Laub in einer Regenrinne.

Not only were we naked, crazed, and starving (and far from our warm little homes); we were without any good books as well.

I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.

I turn my back on him as he goes, and settle myself in the parlor, and touch Ma's piano. My fingers leave sighs in the dust.

Reckon it's best if you don't have anyone you care about; then it can't hurt you. Don't have to be afraid of losing someone if you no one to lose.

But then, the flames of a fire are not made less painful by the knowledge that others are burning with you.

I had never felt so alone. I was in the deadlands, the limbo where souls wander nameless and formless, unable to speak or to touch. And in that blind silence I knew it was not the nature of death that frightened me; it was what lay beyond, not Heaven, not Hell, but spirit without a form, without a place to be. I would be nowhere. I would be nothing. [Chapter 26]

When I thought I'd killed him, I felt more alone than I've felt in a long time. Like I couldn't stand walking through this city knowing he wasn't in it. Like somehow, as long as he was out there somewhere, if I was ever really in trouble, I knew where I could go and while maybe he wouldn't do exactly what I wanted him to do, he'd keep me alive. He'd get me through whatever it was to live another day.

All my life, up until that moment, I'd had a warm, protective blanket wrapped around me, knitted of aunts and uncles, purled of first and second and third cousins, knot-tied with grandmas and grandpas and greats. That blanket had just dropped from my shoulders. I felt cold, lost and alone.

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.

Regardless of how many people I surrounded myself with, no matter how many friends and family I loved and was loved by in return, I was alone at the moment of being born and at the moment of dying. Nobody came with you and nobody went with you. It was a journey of one.

A lamb in a city of wolves.

Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons

people were just out of control! . . . They've all got cell phones stuck to their ears and yet I've never seen such distance between people trying so hard to be close.