Quotes About Isolation

I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.

Who would ever understand me?

Fact: you can never know another person completely. Fact: you are born alone and die alone. Fact: there is no such thing as safety. Only vigilance, determination to survive, and a willingness to be ruthless about it. Fact: love is not perfect. Fact: neither am I.

Nothing touches her. To be touched is weakness.

I'm restless, bored, and invisible. A dangerous thing for any woman to be.

I have lived behind walls that have made me alone

We're all going to die. Alone and miserably. With lots of pain. That's the way life goes. People make promises and don't keep them. They say they care about you and forget you.

Solitude and inaction are unraveling me right down to the core.

How would it feel, if you cared for such a person, to watch his complete retreat? To see him day in and out, yet never converse again? To know that he could speak to you if he chose to, but won't?

I will never again permit myself to forget that isolation is the first step to defeat.

Fearless people are outsiders. The fearful have many places to belong.

known," Dani said miserably. "She hangs here. Likes Chester's. I been hunting her. Guess she knew it. Ow!" She touched her mouth. Her lips were cracked, oozing. It looked as if her teeth were about to start falling out. Tears stung my eyes. I slammed my palms into the frozen Gray Woman.

There was nothing out there but him. He'd been looking for a long time.

Mac- "I'm afraid you'll leave me behind since you can't see me." Ryodan- "I'd leave you behind if I could see you.

As I stare at the White Mansion and I know what parts of it look like inside—and I know there's no way I could know those things—I wonder if I'm a serious nutcase. If none of this is happening, because I'm really locked up in a padded cell somewhere, hallucinating. If so, I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.

And she doesn't want company. I can't fault her for that. We all must make our way alone before we're much good at making our way together.

It's too quiet, Barrons growls. I concur. The hush that accompanies a once-in-a-century snowstorm, when the world is so densely carpeted with feet and feet of drifts that it mutes all acoustics and makes you feel like you might be the only person alive, muzzles the land.

It's almost as if we're invisible to them, even the ones with eyes intact, I murmur as I rise. The Winter Court tirelessly hunted us for a nightmarish eternity, yet here we are—and not one of them seems to care. Don't count on it.

Silence is the ultimate isolator.

Death is not seductive. It does not come silk-clad and sweet-smelling as I did for my chosen. It is lonely and cold and merciless. It takes everything from you, before it finally takes you.

Fact: you can never know another person completely. Fact: you are born alone and die alone. Fact: there is no such thing as safety. Only vigilance, determination to survive, and a willingness to be ruthless about it. Fact: love is not perfect. Fact:

Sometimes feeling nothing hurts the most.

There's something pitiable and terrifying about the unconscious bully. His crumpled nose and hat. ... This is the first true thing that Brauser and I have ever shared, this fear, besides dog-eared songbooks and cafeteria noodles. I wonder, briefly, if I could eat Brauser if it came to that. At this point, we have been alone on the glacier for fourteen minutes.

She used to suffer these intense bouts of homesickness in her own bedroom.