Quotes About Isolation

I believed that you were shutting me out of your life, but perhaps I am as guilty as you of preferring isolation. Our path is hard, Daniel. We should not choose to walk it alone. You are my light.

Melandra shivered, remembering all the hours she had spent alone as a young girl, and the tall, sinister shadows that might have waited for her in the tangled corners of the garden playgrounds.

He knew he could not get close to Ays, for Ays was the part of himself that was distant. He could only ever be a phantom in Ays's reality, reaching out to touch, to communicate, yet fruitlessly because he was mute and limbless. In some strange way, even though he knew himself to be the author of Ays' life, he was but an observer on the boundary of it; helpless.

Family closeness was not an attribute that could be applied to the Malagashes.

Pharinet realized she had underestimated Ellony. The words hung unspoken between them. There was no other time they could be voiced. Out here, isolated from the life they knew, it was possible to speak the truth.

Impotency was just another part of the murky hinterland that was once the light of his soul.

Too long have we hidden away here in the atelier courts.

There was something wrong about seeing her now. It was as if they belonged to different worlds. He wished he could excuse himself.

This hour belonged to Tamara alone.

This was a station, a limbo-no storehouse, but a refuse heap.

Everyone who knows about us wants to keep us apart from you. Your own people work against you! They want to contain you and control you.

In her heart, she felt she was caught in the lull between tides. The waves had crashed over her on their journey to the land, but they had not yet receded. The ebbing tide had slithered past her on the dragon rock, silently, without waking her. In this way, her soul was still surrounded by water. She was stranded on the island, with no safe passage to shore.

A renegade burned out among the stars last night.

He realised there was another world going about its business around him, but he was never drawn into it, never a witness to its tragedies and celebrations.

There were too many unexplained noises, too many echoes, too many vacilliating shadows.

As the warm and living palpitation diminished into the cold and silent roches, the dwindling group of unroched saw their hopes become fears. All had succumbed eventually. All. Until Casmeer had been left alone in the city, listening to only a sour wind and the quiet inner throb of his own grief.

The outside world was eclipsed from my mindscape; rarely have I experienced such moments of total reality.

If he went away, would the link between himself and the others be broken? Would he be free or drawn back against his will? Would Owen come after him? He shuddered at the thought, suddenly presented with the image in his mind of a moonlit night, himself in a small room alone, and a figure outside below, looking up at his window, forming a wordless summoning.

He has been away from the world for a long time, and a cage is no place to reacquaint yourself with reality.

Shan felt he'd lost the closeness he enjoyed with his mentor, because the others were there.

If he could shut himself away from all this, hide his being deep within his mind, he might survive.

What happened to me is not uncommon here.

It seemed that walls were closing around her, walls of fire.

Everything I had was taken from me and I was shaped into a monster!