Quotes About Isolation

Batwoman: What was it like growing up with him? Nightwing: When I was a kid, I idolized him. Hell... I wanted to be him. But the older I got, the more I realized that I didn't know him at all. How could I? Bruce Wayne is as much a mask as Batman. And I think the only thing behind those masks is pain. A pain he refuses to share with anyone. Batwoman: So what was it like? Nightwing: Lonely.

Perryville without

You are in a prison with no bars. I worry about you.

I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread...

The hardest thing is being with other people - it's like they're on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

When she didn't say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.

Beth's not on that train? Nope. She's not even in that station, that town, or that part of whatever country your metaphor lives in.

Dearest Virgin Scribe, without his father, he was so alone, even as he was surrounded by people who served him.

If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.

His heart was as empty as her stare.

And he was not lonely. Never had been. Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.

Maybe she just needed out. Out of Caldwell. Out of the CCJ. Out of the electronic family of her alarm clock and the phone on her desk and the TV that kept her dreams away while she slept.

También ponía la televisión, para oír voces, pero eso no hace que dejes de sentirte sola.

Being left behind was a special kind of loss. —

She felt sorry for the female who had been driven to such traits. Who had kept herself apart from all emotions. The female had been born under a curse. The female had done evil and had evil done unto her. The female hardened herself, her mind and her emotions becoming steel. The female had been wrong about that locking down, that self containment. It was not a case of strength, as she always told herself. It was strictly survival...

She took a sip from her water glass and marveled at how you could sit so close to someone and still have him be totally far away from you.

Butch let his head fall loose on his shoulders and he wept openly… though not out of happiness, as they must have assumed. He wept at the hollowness he felt. Because however wonderful this all was, it seemed empty to him. Without his mate to share his life with, he was but a screen for events and circumstances to pass through. He was not even empty, for he was no vessel to hold even the thinnest of air. He lived, though was not truly alive.

Lowering his eyes, he said softly, "I have not seen the sun since before my transition. Can you blame me for staring.

For the victim, she had to imagine death was an alone kind of thing, even if he or she were staring into the face of the killer. Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.

She was so alone. Caged in a beautiful, wealthy, fancy nightmare where the bogeymen wore tuxedos and smoking jackets and the vultures swooped down on wings of satin and silk to peck out her eyes.

The guy took off, which meant short of braining him with the glass, there was no other way of expressing his I-am-an-island opinion. Although really, that would just be a waste of good booze--Qhuinn was so hardheaded, you could have hit his frontal lobe with a crowbar and made no impression on him whatsoever.

To have nothing and throw yourself on the mercy of others was a strange kind of terror.

Sola went back over to the drapes that he wouldn't let her open. Jesus, it was like living with a bunch of vampires in this house, everything buttoned up during the daylight hours. Then again, that was the way of drug dealers. Night owls, the lot of them.

I tried to kill myself last night, he said to her in his head. And I have no idea why.