Quotes About Isolation

MySpace is an addiction.

We have a sense that we should be like the mythical cowboy... able to take on and conquer anything and live in the world without the need for other people.

Dramatically, the moment in 'Gravity' that was hardest to nail down is when Ryan is in the Soyuz capsule and she realizes that she's out of fuel. That's when the character's arc gets defined.

I went into 'Bigg Boss' because I wanted to experience what it was like. It was more disorienting than I had bargained for. I began to forget the names of people in my life. It got scary.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

Honestly, with pop and rock and things, artists are from all over the place, so they're kind of isolated. The city of Nashville helps create the camaraderie. Everyone moves there for the same reason.

The road is a nasty place and lonely.

I really, really loved Fair Isle. I'd always wanted to go there. It's so beautiful and a very small but very international community. Every nationality that you can imagine have settled there.

I think part of the appeal of Antarctica is experiencing some sort of power, the forces of the natural world.

Though often surrounded by people, Hattie felt dreadfully alone.

Rhonda looked like she'd been sent for and couldn't come, got there and wasn't wanted.

When I couldn't see the land out there, I forgot I wasn't at home. Sometimes I wished it was always night.

For a moment, she spared compassion for him. What had his life been like when he was a youngling? There had been no one to give him hugs or tell stories, no loving parental hands to soothe childhood's nightmares. Only brothers, identical in every way, who had been raised as clinically as he. Brothers, and duty, and death.

Something was broken in me, but it wasn't so easy to recognise. I couldn't explain it. I couldn't say to my mother and Teddy, Sometimes my right mind doesn't work, and I have to use my left. There was no way for them to reproduce my injury and understand what was happening. Even if they could, I had the feeling they'd never stick with it. I had the feeling they'd give up before we finished breakfast.

He didn't want to do this… He had come here to hide.

I was out on a lonely road that stretched forever into the darkness. I wanted to run, to get away from him, but it was so dark, I was afraid of where I was going.

Perhaps the sorrow was not, after all, emanating from the attic, but from her.

If only he hadn't tasted the loneliness on her lips and recognized the same loneliness that pervaded his soul.

Where, in all the self-righteous lying world, could she turn for a friend? She even thought angrily of her children—they were simply eating up her flesh as they had when they were at the breast, no less.

Her poverty was naked on the empty streets, and if no one walked abroad she felt all the more ghastly, like a wretched sinner in the sight of God.

There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things?

He thought moving to a small town would allow him to find a way to get along to some extent but people were just plain idiots.

She saw him, that man who kept himself isolated, so separate from the rest of the world. She saw him for who he was, and she liked him anyway.

His entire life, he hadn't cared if he'd upset someone or made them angry. No one had mattered. He'd found a place inside himself where he was safe, where no one could get to him. But she could--she had.