Quotes About Isolation

Those tears reminded him, every time he looked in the mirror, he wasn't human anymore. Everything had been taken from him, leaving him a shell. An empty shell.

Unfortunately, I'm not the greatest catch. None of us are. We're outcasts for a reason.

He wasn't worried about being alone. He was used to it. He'd been alone most of his life, even in the midst of a crowd. He could handle that, no problem.

He made her want to cry. She was no one's miracle. More like their nightmare.

Whitney plants viruses in us to force us to return home. [...] I knew sooner or later I wouldn't return, and I'd die from whatever they put in me.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

She was mixed--Japanese and American. Nothing. A nothing. A nobody. The 'kanji' in her last name meant female devil. She didn't even know what her real last name was because she'd dishonored the family simply be being born.

Damon Wilder was a man driven to the edge of sanity. Moving to this tiny town on the coast was his last effort to hang onto life.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think? ? Christine Feehan, Dark Prince

Gregori waited until Mikhail and Jacques had disappeared before allowing his body to dissolve. He launched himself skyward, wincing as the sun's light, penetrating the dark clouds, hit his eyes. He cursed silently. Raven was alone with a woman who knew next to nothing about their people's capabilities. She was very weak. The child was his only hope, and it was stupidity to rescue a Carpathian male who was on the verge of turning. A few more years and Gregori would be hunting him.

Sometimes I go into the mountains and stay by myself for days, weeks, and I'm not lonely, yet at a party, surrounded by a hundred people, I am more lonely than ever.

There must be no disturbance. If any creatures exit the cave or warn others of our existence here, we could be found. A piece of paper couldn't fit in here, certainly not a person. No one is going to look for us here. A vampire would know the moment bats flew from the cave. Bats can't fly out of here if there aren't any in here, now, can they? She was sweetly reasonable.

Raven shook her head sadly. She was becoming such a recluse, not wanting to be close to anyone, not even a sweet older woman worried about her safety. "Raven! Wait up!" She closed her eyes against the intrusion. Where was the peaceful serenity of her remote wilderness?

Do not go near those people. Stay in your room. I will sleep through the day. You rest, and I will come for you in the evening." "Very ambitious of you.

Do not go near those people. Stay in your room. I will sleep through the day. You rest, and I will come for you in the evening." "Very ambitious of you." Gently she pushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I think you'll be in bed for a while." "Carpathians heal quickly.

I want to take you into the forest, Raven, my forest, where the trees are thick and few people have ever set foot.

Listen to me, Mikhail." Her voice was husky. "We both know what loneliness is, what real isolation can do to a person. It's beyond my imagination that I can be this close to you, physically touch you, and not be swamped with unwanted burdens. But we can't do this." Amusement crept into the dark fire of his eyes, a hint of tenderness. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck. "Oh, I think we can.

The ice was there. The distance between him and the rest of the world.

They had a connection, a path that lay open between them, and she felt his loneliness. She'd always been alone, and she'd accepted her path. Absinthe was different. He'd been with his family, those 17 people who still surround him and yet he was desperately lonely. Why?

I hate hating myself. It's boring. But there's nobody else to hate.

Throwing himself a party was like rubbing his nose in his failure to connect with people.

Don't talk to me about sense. i've been alive for forty-seven years and I have absolutely no understanding of human nature whatsoever. I might as well be living with a completely different species, giant squids or perhaps some kind of insect colony.

His unique skill had always been to absorb the talents and knowledge of others, use what he needed and discard the rest. He never allowed anyone to get to close. He kept the world at arm's length in order to look down on it.

Not for reasons unknown!" Ripley said, again. One more time, she thought. The more she told her story, the less they seemed to believe it, and the more terrible it became to her. "I told you, we set down there on company orders to get this thing which destroyed my crew. And your expensive ship.