Quotes About Isolation

Yet even so the darkness thickened, until it covered his eyes and filled his nose and stopped his ears, so he could not see or smell or hear or run, and the grey cliffs were gone and the dead horse was gone and his brother was gone and all was black and still and black and cold and black and dead and black…

Amo esta soledad, lejos de los problemas de la vida en común.

I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

I am become a sour woman, Catelyn thought. I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.

And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.

I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

Drowning was bad enough. But drowning sad and sober, that's too cruel.

If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?

It was bitingly cold up here, and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.

I don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever

Something about the howling of a wolf took a man right out of his here and now and left him in a dark forest of the mind, running naked before the pack.

I have become a sour woman. I take no joy in meat nor mead, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

Sometimes he could almost forget that it was there, the way you forget about the sky or the earth underfoot, but there were other times when it seemed as if there was nothing else in the world.

Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life-however long that might be-he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name.

Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars. But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more.

But they were all dead now, even Arya, everyone but her half-brother, Jon. Some nights she heard talk of him, in the taverns and brothels of the Ragman's Harbor. The Black Bastard of the wall, one man had called him. Even Jon would never know Blind Beth, i bet. That made her sad.

The dungeons are windowless. One hour is much like another down there, and for me, all hours are midnight.

A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya the lone wolf, still lives, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.

The bad part is you freeze your balls off, but since you're not allowed to breed anyway, I don't suppose that matters.

It is always winter now.

If he must be alone, he would make solitude his armor.

Abed, the walls pressed close and the ceiling hung heavy above him; abed, the room was his cell and Winterfell his prison. Yet outside his windows, the wide world still called. - Bran