Quotes About Isolation

He doesn't seem to have a private life, only a secret life which appears to overlap and even be a part of his work life.

I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, beneath the distant swish-sound of the trucks. I looked over my shoulder. There was no one there. Which frightened me. Because I could hear him.

The egg was too spinsterly-looking a snack, too lonely-seeming, and I did not want to be lectured about my diet. Or my loneliness.

Nowhere could I find peace.

when people suffer terrible losses they need to have an opportunity to talk about them. Being isolated with your sorrow is such a lonely place to be.

We live as in a walled garden now, walled by ourselves. We have been building this wall for some time, but now it's complete. That is new. And yet our surroundings remain as radiantly mysterious as ever.

She felt safer back here, separated from this man by four feet of shining wood.

She'd read in the paper about a woman who was so cautious, she refused to leave her house. And an airplane crashed into it.

Some walks you have to take alone.

District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.

One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

You're not leaving me here alone," I say. Because if he dies, I'll never go home, not really. I'll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

No one knows what to do with you, girlie.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

Trapped for days, years, centuries maybe. Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead. So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome.

It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

I'm in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.