Quotes About Isolation

A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives.

He watched them from a distance, as if he still sat in the window of his bedchamber, looking down on the yard below, seeing everything yet a part of nothing." - Bran

The Wall can stop an army, but not a man alone.

If only you could take that final step, you'd see farther than ll the rest. You'd be alone with nothing but blue sky above you.

They always seemed to know everything, but now there is only me, and it seems I know nothing, not even my duty. How can I do my duty if I do not know where it lies?" - Catelyn

Always the wall, keeping him apart, this man who was a first-name friend to everyone and an intimate to none. And on it, it was almost as if there were a sign that read, THIS FAR YOU GO, and no further.

seeing everything, yet a part of nothing.

In the darkness all the gods were strangers.

She stalked off into the trees, wishing she could just saddle her horse and ride home. She was a good horse, a chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead. She could gallop off and never see any of them, unless she wanted to. Only then she'd have no one to scout ahead of her, or watch behind, or stand guard while she napped, and when the gold cloaks caught her, she's be all alone. It was safer to stay with Yoren and the others.

It was one thing to go into battle with friends, and another to perish alone and despised.

it felt as if they had all died while he had slept...or perhaps (He) died, and they had forgotten him.

He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he'll always be alone in smiling pain.

He's turned against me too, Theon realized. Of late it seemed to him as if the very stones of Winterfell had turned against him. If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?

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

There's naught to eat in the dark but flesh.

Then the trees closed in around her, black as pitch and full of ghosts and memories.

when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.

No one looked at him. No one spoke to him. No one paid him any mind. He was surrounded by men sworn to House Lannister, a vast host twenty thousand strong, and yet he was alone.

Gaunt men with sunken eyes squatted amidst sand and stones, shitting out their lives in stinking streams of brown and red.

Everyone talks about snows forty foot deep, and how the ice wind comes howling out of the north, but the real enemy is the cold.

No one sang up there. No one ever laughed too loud. Even the gods were silent.

I am a hollow shell, the crab's died, there's nothing left inside. Don't they know that?

Sitting at a crowded table with men who did not share a common language with you, listening to them talk and jape whilst understanding none of it, had quickly grown wearisome. Particularly since he always found himself wondering if the japes and laughter were directed at him.

It's the loneliness of people trapped within themselves. The loneliness of people who have said the wrong thing so often that they don't have the courage to say anything anymore.