Quotes About Estrangement

When I'd woken the next morning, I'd done so in a dislocated world of dimmed daylight and diluted colors, a sodden world, feeling like I was a castaway on an alien planet.

When you get locked up, you get locked out.

Matt was deeply touched that his estranged son would come to him for advice. He wasn't going to let it show, of course. A man had his pride.

Even if exile is spent in the most beautiful city in the world, Brunetti realized, it is still exile.

The telefonino he thought of as belonging to Signor Rossi had spent the holiday on the top of his dresser, despised and rejected of men

By his own choice, he had so little contact with the outside world that he frequently considered the commonplace to be bizarre: an automatic-teller machine, for instance, or some new peculiarity in the supermarket—cereal shaped like vampires, or unrefrigerated yogurt sold in pop-top cans.

Every new event - everything I did for the rest of my life - would only separate us more and more: days she was n longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away.

Cuando los abuelos enfermaron, varios años después de que yo me fuera de Nueva York, mi madre y la suya se habían peleado sobre quién debía hacerse cargo de ellos, y la dureza de aquella pelea, que acabó en los tribunales y no terminó hasta que los dos murieron en 1997, dividió en dos a la familia. McGraw y sus hermanas, incluida Sheryl, ya no me hablaban, porque ellos habían apoyado a su madre, y yo a la mía.

Rocky had refused to meet with her family over the holidays. "I just can't. Not this year. I refuse to pretend that I am celebrating anything," she told them.

Estranged mountains bulged under the sky, the big sky, the endless sky. Anyway, no one could see an end to it, which reassured her, since so much seemed to be coming to an end. It felt that way. But it seemed impossible---the universe dropping off, ending, there would be an end, and then there would be nothing, a no more, a vacuum of no more. Her imagination couldn't let her go there.

The air had a stinging weight like ocean waves. I felt myself a stranger to the world.

What is that if not a bad life? Luring others to you, then turning from them?

Once again I had asked an innocent question, and because of it, I was banished from the conversation.

You're losing friends left and right. You're being cruel day and night. You're going around and causing fights. And you're being mean, you're being a bi..., and everyone around you is sick of it.

Its sad when friends become enemies. But whats even worse is when they become strangers.

I wonder how a group of people can wake up one morning and decide to make you feel unappreciated, left out, small, like crap, and the worst part about it those people were the ones who you used to call your best friends.

It's sad how the people you were once so close with can become just another stranger you don't know.

If I do this thing," he said, "it is the last I will ever do for you. Do not come begging again." "Father," I said, "I never will. I leave this place tomorrow." He would not ask where, he would not even wonder. So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

I walked back through those corridors. My mind was bare, my skin bristling as if it would rise off my flesh. Every noise, every touch, the stones beneath my feet, the splash of fountains from a window, crept evilly upon my senses. The air had a stinging weight like ocean waves. I felt myself a stranger to the world.

That is what exile meant: no one was coming, no one ever would. There was fear in that knowledge,

You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure you do not dishonor me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out." His body was rigid with wrath. He looked as though he had swallowed a stone, and it choked him. "Give Mother my greetings," I said. His jaw bit down and he was gone.

I felt myself a stranger to the world

He yawned, his eyes heavylidded. "what`s your name?" His kingdom was half, a quarter, an eight the size of my father`s, and i had killed a boy and been exiled and still he did not know me. i grounded my jaw shut and would not speak. He asked again, louder: "What`s your name?

Sharing your life with someone for whom your feelings are shaky at best—how can that be anything but a lie, a betrayal? Do you have even the faintest notion of what life looks like when the person you're with treats you like a stranger?