Quotes About Isolation

She had dozens, even hundreds, of friends, but not one single person knew all of the pieces of her.

Inside, he had forgotten what it was like to hear a woman's voice, listen to the sort of complaints that only women could have. Bad haircuts. Rude store clerks. Chipped nails. Men wanted to talk about things: cars, guns, snatch. They didn't discuss their feelings unless it was anger, and even that didn't last for long because generally they started doing something about it.

Flowers in the Attic

She hated the thought of needing people almost as much as she hated having to reach out to them.

No one saw it at the time, but her addiction had never been about the high, it has been about the escape. She had been actively seeking ways to destroy herself.

nothing in the house. I'll need to shower

It was like she was standing on the beach in the middle of a hurricane.

He fell into the empty seat at the back of the bus, half-wishing the lightning zigzagging out of the sky would come through the window and hit him right in the head.

looked like a deformed monkey holding either a baseball bat or an erect penis in his three-fingered hand. Lena sighed, wondering what the fuck she was doing here. Maybe she should just go to the station tomorrow and talk to Jeffrey. There had to be a way to convince him that she was not involved in this case. She should just go home right now, pour herself a drink, and try to get some sleep, so that when the

sick of floating between disaster points like an amoeba inside a petri dish.

The glowing screen made her feel oddly at ease. She had been without her phone or iPad all night. Andy had not realized how much time she wasted listening to Spotify or checking Instagram and Snapchat and reading blogs and doing Hogwarts house sorting quizzes until she lacked the means to access them.

He narrows your life. That's what men like Nick do. They pull you away from everything you love so that they are the only thing you focus on." Laura felt the need to add, "If you let them.

Helen didn't hold back. "I told your father that Paul was like a hermit crab. They're scavengers. They don't have the ability to make their own shells, so they cast around until they find abandoned shells, and then they move in.

In Jesus Christ there is no isolation of man from God or of God from man. Rather, in Him we encounter the history, the dialogue, in which God and man meet together and are together, the reality of the covenant MUTUALLY contracted, preserved, and fulfilled by them. Jesus Christ is in His one Person, as true GOD, MAN'S loyal partner, and as true MAN, GOD'S. He is the Lord humbled for communion with man and likewise the Servant exalted to communion with God.

Why were there no cries of birds, no sounds of life, other than the incessant murmur of the brooding pines?

In fact, the proposition that man's species nature is estranged from him means that one man is estranged from the other, as each of them is from man's essential nature.

Production by an isolated individual outside society... is as much of an absurdity as is the development of language without individuals living together and talking to each other

Wie niet liever met eigen krachten een eigen wereld bouwt, de schepper van een wereld is, dan eeuwig in zijn eigen schulp te blijven, die is door de geest met een banvloek getroffen, met een interdict, maar in omgekeerde betekenis: hij is verjaagd uit het heiligdom van de geest, verstoken van de eeuwige luxe van de geest, en gedoemd om wiegeliedjes te zingen over zijn eigen privé-gelukzaligheid en daar 's nachts van zichzelf te dromen.

A slug is always on its own. It is a lonely insect.

Lucinda," she finally returned most cordially, "if I were to be marooned on a desert island for the remainder of my days and must needs choose between your company and that of an organ-grinder's flea-bitten monkey, I should not hesitate a moment before opting for the latter.

She felt as if she had been on the outside of happiness her whole life.

What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: "This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more"… Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: "You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.

When she was little they had lived in an old farmhouse too, in the middle of nothing of but landscape.

Vinny rarely leaves the house so when she does it's an occasion of some importance to her. She spends a lot of time looking forward to a glimpse of the outside world and then, when she returns, even more time complaining about it.