Quotes About Isolation

Depression meant that every breath, every thought, every moment of consciousness hurt.

And now you'll never be able to have anyone else, because you won't be able to keep our secret. You'll tell whoever it is, and once he knows, he'll leave you.

The road always stretches endlessly ahead and behind us, so that we are out of time as well as out of place.

Why does this keep happening to me? Everybody I care about leaves me.

You're cold, Virginia. How have you let yourself become so cold?

Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can't see anything else of her, much less anything else around her. She takes up too much space. Also she's mad. Which has nothing to do with anything. She lives in her own world because she makes the whole world hers.

What other knowledge will my solitude and muteness bring? What other worlds?

First ignored. Then attacked. I need new friends and a lawyer. ~ Hi

was the isolated skeleton?

A deep breath as I worked the cobwebs out, then I stood. Reality came crashing home. Someone had attacked me. Here. On Morris Island. Miles from anywhere a stranger should be. Facts molded into conclusions. I'd been targeted. There was no other reasonable explanation. Not for an attack on this deserted beach, at this late hour. Not out here in the middle of nowhere.

She wrote to her bishop, pointing out that the fever was spread in places where crowds gathered, and begging him to temporarily close the churches. Bishop Fabre refused, stating that to close the churches would be to laugh at God. The bishop urged his flock to church, telling them that united prayer was more powerful than prayer in isolation.

What they don't understand is that it condition is a symptom of me. That I am a stone buried deep in the ground, something that will never grow, no matter how good the dirt.

What they don't understand is that my condition is a symptom of me. That I am a stone buried deep in the ground, something that will never grow, no matter how good the dirt.

I felt like the echo instead of the sound.

The world as he sees it is Hell.

He feels sadness more acturely than others do. He's reached his limit, but…he puts on a smile and goes out alone. He's that kind of idiot. So I'm sure he's alone now!

There are high places that don't invite us, sharp shapes, glacier-scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take…I'm giddy with thinking where thinking can't stick. No Names

Finch was his own country, the government unstable, the population volatile.

He wasn't afraid to die. He was afraid to die alone.

The man on the porch seemed to have brought his own clouds.

Don't you get it? It doesn't matter where I go. Here, back there, France, the North Pole, it doesn't matter. I'll never be safe again. You could build a castle around me and seal it up and I'd still be what I am. And what I am is scared.

All my talent, if that's what you'd call it, goes only one way these days. Into the worst kind of darkness.

I suffered like this ever since I was born. I was ignored by everyone, forgotten, told I was not needed... I lived like the bugs underneath a rock... Know! Know my pain!

Poverty, I realized, wasn't only a lack of financial resources; it was isolation from the kind of people who could help you make more of yourself.