Quotes About Isolation

Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge.

but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river.

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.

When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

Didn't people call New Year's the loneliest night on the calender? She took comfort in knowing somewhere on the planet, someone might be as miserable as she was.

Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?

The possibilities of another person. Is there any anticipation on this earth quite like that one? Is there anything lonelier than being without it?

When you're an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

you feel like a steel door has been locked; you're banging, but they just can't hear you. And being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in.

I was so lonely." And Father Time said, "You were never alone.

His running was over. His dancing was over. Worse, for some reason, the way he used to feel about things was over, too. He withdrew. Things seemed silly or pointless

He tells me I need to be "fully human." He speaks of the alienation of youth and the need for "connectedness" with the society around me.

Some of them she had seen for four years without exchanging a word. But that was how high school worked; it issued a verdict and you behaved accordingly.

I was stunned at how easily things went on without me

when you get threatened, you start looking out only for yourself. You start making money a god. It is all part of this culture.

Now it was gone. And as the strike continued—the first day, the second day, the third day—there were worried phone calls and rumors that this could go on for months. Everything I had known was upside down. There were sporting events each night that I would have gone to cover. Instead, I stayed home, watched them on TV. I had grown used to thinking readers somehow needed my column. I was stunned at how easily things went on without me.

Not aging is not the same as living, and without human contact, his soul dried up.

Our voices dissipated into the empty ocean night, and at that moment it was possible to believe we were the only people left on Earth.

She wanted to melt into the ground at that moment, just hot wax into a puddle and disappear through a sewer grate. His eyes. That look. No interest. Total humiliation

But you can touch everything and be connected to nothing.

Loneliness was like an ogre hovering over those activities

When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.

Eddie doesn't answer. The old darkness has taken a seat beside him. He is used to it by now, making room for it the way you make room for a commute on a crowded bus.

Have you ever considered how many living things there are on earth?" Cleo asked. "People. Animals. Birds. Fish. Trees. It makes you wonder how anyone could feel lonely. Yet humans do. It's a shame.