Quotes About Isolation

And I wish I could say I stayed up late thinking about him but the truth is I was only awake a little while. I was so tired the swag felt like a sponge that soaked me up. I went to sleep like someone disappearing from the earth, like rain sopped into dust.

Shanksing across that country you stick out like a rat on a birthday cake.

Say I hit your number, called you up, you'd wonder what the fuck, every one of youse, and your mouth'd go dry. Maybe you're just some stranger I pocket-dialled. Or one of them shitheads from school I could look for. Any of youse heard my voice now you'd think it was weather. Or a bird screaming. You'd be sweating sand. Like I'm the end of the world.

And in that single crackle of tortured electronics she had lost everything. Her comm, her lights, her limited maneuvering jets, her life support regulator, her emergency beacons. Everything. For a second her thoughts flickered to Skywalker. He'd been lost in deep space, too, awhile back. But she'd had a reason to find him. No one had a similar reason to find her.

Then I am alone, he told himself. I am the last of the Jedi.

Which meant he was alone here. Even more alone than he'd realized. He took a deep breath. He wasn't alone. The Force was with him.

Here we are, Han announced. Right. Luke looked around, an involuntary shiver running up his back. Dead center in the middle of nowhere. Should be a familiar feeling for you, Han suggested, keying for a sensor scan. Thanks, Luke said, but getting stuck between systems with a dead hyperdrive isn't something I want to get familiar with. I didn't mean that, Han said innocently as he keyed the comm. I was talking about Tatooine.

Because they were alone. In fact everyone was alone all the time, but when you got sick you knew it, and that was a lot of what suffering was-knowing.

It was good to be alone. Really alone, without other people around you to let you imagine that your life had mingled with theirs. But that never was true. Even together, people were as solitary as cows in a field chewing their own cud.

This marks a dramatic change in the way the social order is constituted: rather than being tied together through a shared sacrifice, subjects exist side by side in their isolated enclaves of enjoyment.

wellness. During her time in Malta, she did not speak

Privacy and loneliness were the traditional luxuries accorded to a skipper.

He was a person whose universe was very small indeed. It held only one person, himself, surrounded by things whose sole function was to be manipulated for his amusement or profit.

It was scary, and it was lonely, but it was home for Sergeant Chavez.

The world is full of interiors that bleach the spirit. Hospitals, police stations, job centres, local government offices and prisons all have their own subtle type of vampire colour scheme and black-hole furnishing, capable by accident or design of wiping away a person's self-esteem and will to resist, like boiled-over soup off a ceramic hob.

I remember hearing that one very small allied contingent from a non-Greek city somewhere in the far south of Sicily had been completely wiped out except for a single man, and that for days afterwards he wandered round the camp looking completely lost, since there was no one left alive who could speak his language. I knew how he felt.

Doesn't matter where you live. You're always just kind of alone with your shit, you know?

Wherever he was, he was onto something else, growing up without her, leaving her more alone than she already was.

Timbuktu. The last pure place. Isolation being the mother of purity. All men are jealous of Timbuktu because Timbuktu is removed from men, it's the wholeness men have fractured, the sacred extreme they've traded away.

There was a marvelous, dark lyricism in his voice, the kind of defiance that is rooted in deep loneliness.

He said that when you're locked up, smoking a cigarette is like having a friend.

Naked, she lay sprawled on her side like a shipwrecked cello.

She felt like a black candle at a wake for a snake.

When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.