Quotes About Isolation

Barney was nearly through with his workout, cooling down on a bike, when he realized he was not alone in the room.

It seemed a very short distance to the outside. This was only a building, there were only five doors between Lecter and the outside. He had the absurd feeling that Lecter had walked out with him. He stopped outside the entrance and looked around him, assuring himself that he was alone.

Graham switched on the lights and bloodstains shouted at him from the walls, from the mattress and the floor. The very air had screams smeared on it. He flinched from the noise in this silent room full of dark stains drying. Graham sat on the floor until his head was quiet. Still, still, be still.

Pity Catherine Martin won't ever see the sun again. The sun's a mattress fire her God died in, Clarice.

He cleared his throat. "One good thing about the range, Starling, is there's no politics out there." "No?" "You were right to secure that garage up at Baltimore there. You worried about the TV?

Suicide was Bloom's mortal enemy.

When I couldn't speak I was not drawn into silence, silence captured me.

Graham climbed out a window onto the porch roof and sat on the gritty shingles. He hugged his knees, his damp shirt pressed cold across his back, and snorted the smell of slaughter out of his nose.

He was numb and empty and he drank two fingers of whiskey from his bathroom glass before he lay down. The darkness pressed too closely on him. He turned on the bathroom light and went back to bed. He pretended Molly was in the bathroom brushing her hair.

Silence and no lambs screaming.

in the absolute dark she could hear the tiny clicks her eyes made when she blinked.

Pitiful little bodies underneath the sheets, the unclaimed, the starvelings found huddled in alleys, still hugging themselves in death until rigor passed and then, in the formalin bath of the cadaver tank with their fellows, they let themselves go at last.

time who was committing the crimes. I pushed to find out, to see what came before and what came after. I went through the home, the crime scene, in the dark with Will and could see no more and no less than he could see. Sometimes at night I would leave the lights on in my little house and walk across the flat fields. When I looked back from a distance, the house

You're his friend, Jack. Why can't you leave him alone? 'Because it's his bad luck to be the best. Because he doesn't think like other people. Somehow he never got in a rut.

Commerce with all nations, alliance with none, should be our motto.

I am savage enough to prefer the woods, the wilds, and the independence of Monticello, to all the brilliant pleasures of this gay capital [Paris].

All are dead, and ourselves left alone amidst a new generation whom we know not, and who know us not.

Herr Bosch was purple nosed; the oxygen which by rights belonged to the veins of his face had for years gone to feed the sharp blue flame of all that liquor.

The observations and encounters of a devotee of solitude and silence are at once less distinct and more penetrating than those of the sociable man; his thoughts are weightier, stranger, and never without a tinge of sadness. Images and perceptions which might otherwise be easily dispelled by a glance, a laugh, an exchange of comments, concern him unduly, they sink into mute depths, take on significance, become experiences, adventures, emotions.

Speech is civilization itself. The word, even the most contradictory word, preserves contact—it is silence which isolates.

Vuole credere lei che sarei orgoglioso e felice di possedere un amico tra gli uomini? Ma fino ad ora ho avuto amici solo tra demoni, farfarelli, mostri oscuri e fantasmi afasiaci, vale a dire: tra letterati.

boredom is the coldest thing in the world.

But even those five-and-forty minutes were too long, the bored me --and boredom is the coldest thing in the world.

No meu íntimo dirijo perguntas ao mundo que me cerca, e, escutando, aguardo que se me indique um lugar que me permita enterrar-me longe de todos e, sem que ninguém perturbe, dialogar com minha vida e meu destino...