Quotes about Isolation

Chigurh shot him in the face. Everything that Wells had ever known or thought or loved drained slowly down the wall behind him

Connie really sometimes felt she would die at this time. She felt she was being crushed to death by weird lies and by the amazing cruelty of idiocy.

She looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.

But his dread was the nights when he could not sleep. Then it was awful indeed, when annihilation pressed in on him on every side. Then it was ghastly, to exist without having any life: lifeless, in the night, to exist.

He had reached the point where all he wanted on earth was to be alone.

And he could go on in life, existing from day to day, without connection and without hope. For he did not know what to do with himself.

She felt weak and utterly forlorn. She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help.

Paul walked with something screwed up tight inside him. He would have suffered much physical pain rather than this unreasonable suffering at being exposed to strangers

Nobody knocks here, and the unexpected sounds ominous.

She felt different from the rest of them, with their hard, easy, shallow intimacy, that seemed to cost them so little.

Sometimes a good husband came along with his family, peacefully. But usually the women and children were alone.

And looking ahead, the prospect of her life made her feel as if she were buried alive.