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Quotes about Isolation

a creature cloistered now by deliberate choice and still in the throes of enforced apprenticeship to, rather than voluntary or even acquiescent participation in, breathing
— William Faulkner
He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself.
— William Faulkner
This world is not his world; this life his life.
— William Faulkner
Our brother Darl in a cage in Jackson where, his grimed hands lying light in the quiet interstices, looking out he foams.
— William Faulkner
If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued. If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.
— William Golding
The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
— William Golding
There is nothing in it of course. Just a feeling. But you can feel as if you're not hunting, but - being hunted, as if something's behind you all the time in the jungle.
— William Golding
Maybe, he said hesitantly, maybe there is a beast. The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement. You, Simon? You believe in this? I don't know, said Simon. His heartbeats were choking him. [...] Ralph shouted. Hear him! He's got the conch! What I mean is . . . maybe it's only us. Nuts! That was from Piggy, shocked out of decorum.
— William Golding
With lack of sleep and too much understanding I grow a little crazy, I think, like all men at sea who live too close to each other and too close thereby to all that is monstrous under the sun and moon.
— William Golding
Roger's arm was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins.
— William Golding
Piggy was calling him a kid. Another voice told him not to be a fool; and the darkness and desperate enterprise gave the night a kind of dentist's chair reality.
— William Golding
He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear on flying feet, rushing through the forest towards the open beach.
— William Golding