Quotes About Isolation

And he keeps listening to seas that love nothing but themselves. But maybe now he listens to nothing, stalled in forgetfulness and salt.

This salt mist blots out everything that comforts and speaks to the traveler: roads, bridges, towns, trees. There's no face I might see and know, only the mist whose insistent hand runs over our faces and flanks.

Of all things that can happen to us, triumph is the most difficult to endure when we are alone. Deprived of witnesses, it shrinks at once.

The words you can't find, you borrow. We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone.

The difficulty of living alone is that any mess he makes he is forced to clean up himself. No, the real difficulty of living alone is that no one cares if you are upset.

To be alive was to accept that your were fundamentally alone.

Zweisamkeit' is the feeling of being alone even when you're with other people." Simon turned to

But now, at this moment, you can't hook your boat to mine, 'cause I'm liable to sink us both.

How long will I be in here?" I asked. "Varies," said the guard as he closed the door and locked me in. "Usually until Mrs. Cobrawick thinks you learned your lesson. I hate this job. Try not to lose your mind, girl." Those were the last words spoken to me for a very long time. The guard had given me good advice, which turned out to be nearly impossible to follow.

but it is only because we are isolated that we think we are unlovable. Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down a road. And someday, you do not know when, he, or indeed she, will be there. You will be loved because for the first time in your life, you will truly not be alone. You will have chosen to not be alone.

And I know that bad people deserve what they get, but oh, how we hate to be alone.

I can't keep a baby," A.J. says firmly. "I haven't slept in two nights. She's a terrorist! She wakes up at, like, insane times. Three forty-five in the morning seems to be when her day begins. I live alone. I'm poor. You can't raise a baby on books alone.

We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone.

Zweisamkeit' is the feeling of being alone even when you're with other people.

She drew the curtains, and she got into bed, without taking off her clothes or her shoes. She felt ashamed and foolish. She felt covered in failure and she felt sure that people could smell and see it on her. The failure was like a fine coating of ash, after a fire. But it wasn't only on her skin; it was in her nose, in her mouth, in her lungs, in her molecules becoming part of her. She would never be rid of it.

That if she didn't know him, no one knew him, and he might as well not exist.

To be alive was to accept that you were fundamentally alone.

Before I met you, I felt this constantly. I felt it with my family, my friends, and every boyfriend I ever had. I felt it so often that I thought this was the nature of living. To be alive was to accept that you were fundamentally alone." Simon's

He hasn't said more than two words to anyone in the six weeks since he was injured. He's been in terrible pain, and he'll probably have to be in and out of the hospital for a very long time. It was a big deal that he talked to you.

Zweisamkeit" é a sensação de estar sozinho mesmo quando se está com outras pessoas. [...] Senti isso tantas vezes que pensei que isso era parte da vida. Que estar vivo era aceitar que estamos todos essencialmente sozinhos.

In the end, they didn't like her because they didn't like her. She wasn't going to reason them out of their dislike. She wasn't going to teach anyone anything.

Zweisamkeit' is the feeling of being alone even when you're with other people." Simon turned to look in his husband's eyes. "Before I met you, I felt this constantly. I felt it with my family, my friends, and every boyfriend I ever had. I felt it so often that I thought this was the nature of living. To be alive was to accept that you were fundamentally alone.

Sam did not believe his body could feel anything but pain, and so he did not desire pleasure in the same way that other people seemed to. Sam was happiest when his body was feeling nothing. He was happiest when he did not have to think about his body—when he could forget that he had a body at all.

he thought that the crowd seemed to part for her, in a way that the world never moved for him.