Quotes About Isolation

Fue como descubrir que el mundo estaba hecho de telaraña y podía ser fácilmente desgarrado. Estar tan solo a merced del destino.

Cruzaste las aguas, me dejaste en la orilla; eso ya supuso mi muerte, pero aún quisiste más. Volaste el puente, cual terrorista rabiosa, y desde tu ribera me mandaste un beso. Empecé a seguirte, pero advertí, demasiado tarde, que bajo mis pies sólo había aire.

Las buenas intenciones de la gente pueden acabar encerrándonos en espacios tan agobiantes como ataúdes.

He talks about despair, how it drives in silence.

Pero esa es la única puerta que necesita permanecer cerrada.

Teddy had taken his shirt off and had streaked himself with mud. Dad said he looked like one of the boys from Lord of the Flies.

He talks about despair, how it thrives in silence.

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

She says this like people are constantly knocking down our door for a nice, dry, warm place to stay, when, in fact, we are the strays.

Wish that there was someone I could explain this to. Someone who might understand what I'm feeling. And for one small second, I do imagine the person I could talk to, about finding this door, and losing it. He would understand. But that's one door that needs to stay shut.

It's better to be hated than it is to be ignored

I'm a planet without it's sun

I'm a planet without a sun, I'm already cold and dead - Cody

They don't know about the mornings when anger is the one thing—the only thing—to get you through the day. If they take that from me, I'm wide open: raw and gaping, and then I don't stand a fucking chance.

Sometimes, the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

I think I need to avoid the world today. There's no way I can adult.

anymore time in that black hole and ill go insane.

Wildness had never been a part of her life. Home, work, home, work. That's all her life had consisted of, really. She'd told Maddox that she'd been glad for her solitude, bu the truth was, there were times she'd been starved for touch. Any touch.

I hated that anyone in the world could read those things and pity me.

I'm not crazy and we're not alone. I told them, but the only two people who ever believed me were the schizophrenic abducted by aliens and his invisible friend. I told them!

Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch

He spun away from his friends. Glanced down. The puddles were now undulating fiercely against the jagged rocks lining the ground. They were still beckoning. Deliverance, they whispered. Just for a little while….

When I thought about it, I understood. Sometimes the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

I have no friends. Who are you? What are you doing here?" "Massster used to call me Legion before he called me Ssstupid Idiot." It moved one step closer, humming with giddiness. Grinning, fangs making another appearance. "Want to play?" Legion. Interesting. "One of a thousand what?" "Minionsss." Another step. Servants of hell, Wrath supplied with disgust. Useless, disposable, unworthy. Eat him. Aeron