#isolation

It is not queer, and both desolating and comforting, how, with all associations broken, one forms new ones, as a broken bone thickens in healing. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#isolation #resilience #friendship

The fragility of love is what is most at stake here—humanity's most crucial three-word avowal is often uttered only to find itself suddenly embarrassing or orphaned or isolated or ill-timed—but strangely enough it can work better as a literal or reassuring statement than a transcendent or numinous or ecstatic one. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#humanity #isolation #love #love

To deprive a gregarious creature of companionship is to maim it, to outrage its nature. The prisoner and the cenobite are aware that the herd exists beyond their exile; they are an aspect of it. But when the herd no longer exists, there is, for the herd creature, no longer entity, a part of no whole; a freak without a place. If he cannot hold on to his reason, then he is lost indeed; most utterly, most fearfully lost, so that he becomes no more than the twitch in the limb of a corpse. ↗

— John Wyndham

#loneliness #nature

Solitude is a chosen separation for refining your soul. Isolation is what you crave when you neglect the first. ↗

— Wayne Cordeiro

#jesus-christ #pastor #pastoral #pastoral-ministry #refuge

There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world. ↗

— A. R. Ammons

#isolation #real #real world #said #something

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone. ↗

— Boris Pasternak

#alone #aura #childbirth #every #isolation

I think, if you have enough inner resources, then you can live in isolation for long periods of time and not feel diminished by it. ↗

— Aung San Suu Kyi

#enough #feel #i #i think #inner

Teamwork is better than isolation, especially for a columnist. ↗

— Allan Sloan

#columnist #especially #isolation #teamwork #than

Not Waving but Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#isolation #life

A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#aloneness #becoming-who-you-re-meant-to-be #being-alone #being-single #butterfly