Quotes About Isolation

to be Hungarian is not to belong to a people, but instead it's an illness, an incurable, frightening disease, a misfortune of epidemic proportions that could overcome every single observer with nausea

because he came here on the wrong day, because he was born in the wrong time, because he had been born, it was all wrong from the very beginning, he should have known, should have sensed, that today was not the day to begin anything, nor was tomorrow, there were no days before him now, as there had never even been any, just as there was not and never would be a day...

For minutes on end he could not tell whether he was really hearing howls of pain, or whether it was simply that his years of long, exhausting work had rendered him incapable of distinguishing between the general noise and ancient prehistoric screams that were somehow preserved in time and now were being raised by the rain, like dust.

Halics's whole body felt as though it had lost definition and, as for his coat, it had lost whatever resistance to water it once had nor could it protect him from the roaring cataract of fate, or, as he tended to say, "the rain of death in the heart," a rain that beat, day and night, against both his withered heart and defenseless organs.

You could only be happy on the planet if you never read newspapers or listened to the news.

Morning Star log, Nov. 24. Ain't got nothing good to say. Seas still high. Black clouds out there and black clouds in my mind. To hell with this. To hell with everything.

Struck dumb by love among the walruses And whales, the off-white polar bear with stuffing Missing, the mastodons like muddy buses, I sniff the mothproof air and lack for nothing.

By the way'[Gabriel] said,' everyone else had better keep out of here. After you spend so much time in lockup, you get to like your space. You get kind of territorial. I wouldn't want anybody to get hurt.' ... Gabriel gave [Kaitlyn] a long, measuring look. Then he flashed a brilliant, unsettling smile. 'You can come in any time you like

It's as if the world is full of honeybees and I'm the only flower" -Elena

You turned your back on me when I needed you.

For a moment he wondered, again, if he should just give it all up. Perhaps he should go back to Italy, back to his hiding place. What made him think that he could rejoin the world of daylight? But he was tired of living in shadows. He was tired of the darkness, and of the things that lived in it. Most of all, he was tired of being alone.

There would never be a place where he could belong completely, where he could truly be himself. Unless he chose to belong to the shadows

Though I'd never admit it aloud, the thought of living forever without a friend in the world frightened me.

I like being on my own.

Mon existence est une campagne triste où il pleut toujours.

Katherine, for her part, understood that New York could be the loneliest place in the world and she told people she wanted to be "fun to be around.

I hated the company of other children. I wanted to be a grownup person, to be taken seriously. I hated the idea of childhood; I thought it was a moment of endless stupidity.

but pain is a private business

For me, that was the hardest thing about living in America, being so far away, it was like being orphaned.

Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.

For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul's version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.

Without his books, his room felt like a body with its hearts cut out.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?