Quotes About Isolation

She wasn't quite sure how it had happened, or when, but distance seemed to be spreading between them like spilled ink, staining everything.

Hope was an elevator right now, broken from its cables.

The Great Alone," Leni said. That was what Robert Service called Alaska.

There is no middle ground, no safe place; not here, in the Great Alone.

It hurts almost more than I can bear. Tears sting my eyes again; I wipe them away impatiently. I am so tired of crying, so tired of feeling like half a person, but I don't know how to change things... (I have never felt so lost and alone.)

in the wildest place in America, on the edge of civilization, where water in all its forms can kill you, you learn who you are. Not who you dream of being, not who you imagined you were, not who you were raised to be.

She collected grudges and heartaches the way she'd once collected Barbies, never sharing, never abandoning.

Wild. That's how I describe it all. My love. My life. Alaska. Truthfully, it's all the same to me. Alaska doesn't attract many; most are too tame to handle life up here. But when she gets her hooks in you, she digs deep and holds on, and you become hers. Wild. A lover of cruel beauty and splendid isolation. And God help you, you can't live anywhere else.

But she knew that sometimes you grabbed hold of whatever you could to stay afloat. And maybe all that black was a shield, a way to say to people: 'don't talk to me, don't approach me, don't ask your ordinary, everyday questions when my world has exploded.

She wanted to say "Don't leave me," but she couldn't do it, not again. She was so tired of begging people to love her. Besides

Although she'd been young—only four—Isabelle thought she'd learned what alone meant, but she'd been wrong. In the three years she'd lived at Le Jardin, she'd at least had a sister, even if Vianne was never around. Isabelle remembered peering down from the upstairs window, watching Vianne and her friends from a distance, praying to be remembered, to be invited, and then when

She had felt lonely for years, but now she truly was alone.

In the years that she had been tying scraps to the branches, the tree had died and the fruit had turned bitter. The other apple trees were hale and healthy, but this one, the tree of her remembrances, was as black and twisted as the bombed-out town behind it.

And the best way not to care was to surround yourself with noise and people.

Depression has descended like a bell jar around me.

I am like some wounded animal in a darkened lair, nursing the thorn in my paw, unable to find anyone to take it out.

In her lonely bedroom, surrounded by the novels that had become her friends, she sometimes dared to dream of an adventure of her own, but not often.

Leni looked around. The beauty of this place, the majesty of it, was overwhelming. A deep and abiding peace existed here; there were no human voices, no thumping footsteps, no laughter or engines running. The natural world spoke loudest here, the breathing of the tide across the rocks, the slap of water on the float plane's pontoons, the distant barking of sea lions lumped together on a rock, being circled by chattering gulls.

She'd crawled into her grief and cocooned it around her, unable to care about anyone or anything—

It was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

How was it possible that Elsa was close enough to her husband that she could feel the heat coming off him and smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath and still feel as if an ocean sloshed between them?

Grief this deep was a silent, lonely thing.

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There was no police station, no telephone service, no one to hear you scream.