Quotes About Isolation

Good and Evil are very hard to explain or understand. I'm sure that evil exists, but it is hard to isolate. Good and evil are intertwined and impossible to separate. They are not completely opposites and in fact are often one and the same.

People can undergo a sudden change of thinking and loyalties under threat of death or intense social pressure and isolation from friends and family.

Love is two blind people sword fighting, love is a queen on a desert island, love is self-immolation, love is running scared in the dark, love is two people each of whose saliva is poison for the other, love is an empty house, a sunken boat, a crippled dancer.

It all began to seem unreal, the chairs and the waiting and the dead girl at home in the closet.

That was my brother: it was like he was his own species, one that had sneaked a couple thousand extra years in while evolution was looking the other way.

This girl. This little high school kid with her stupid boots and her Addams Family wardrobe and her skin as white and floury-looking as unbaked bread. Pillsbury goth girl, just out of the can.

Human beings are so depressing.

The world is a dangerous place, full of people who don't trust each other. This is why I am staying up in this tree.

They are the only people in the world who I can truly trust and rely on. Touring gets really lonely. I guess I have friends around me but when you're paying them can they ever really be true friends?

Lonesome makes friends of strangers.

Will you be all right? Should I call somebody?" "No, no there's no one to call." You hear that, you usually feel for the person.

but the fact we knew less seemed to suit us better. Now we know everything and talk to nobody.

Jeff just didn't much give a shit after that. He'd done all he could, achieved everything a man could ever hope to—materially, romantically, paternally—and still it came to nothing, still he was left alone and powerless, with empty hands and heart. Back to the beginning; yet why begin at all, if his best efforts would inevitably prove futil

The fourteen conscious robots contemplated their cosmic loneliness for several milliseconds.

Everyone calls him Blockhead No one sings his praises Or takes him to heart... That is the kind of person I want to be

The "guest house" was a creaking carcass of a shed that was being slowly sucked into the muddy ground.

looks t o t a l l y s p a c e

Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.

There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and, worse of all, no way out

The windchill factor above Camp IV could only be found on a chart for Mars.

Oh lonesome's a bad placeTo get crowded into.

It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the footprints of the beast, one nobody has any notion of. The white and vacant eyes of something above there, something that doesn't know we exist. I smell heartbreak up there, Jack, a heartbreak at the center of things, and in which we don't figure at all.

The animal I wanted Couldn't get into the world I can hear it crying When I sit like this away from life

Any who live, stand alone in one place, together.