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Isolation Quotes

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"Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand."
Sophie Kinsella
"Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand."
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"Here I sit and there you are lying; we have so much to say, and we shall never say it."
Erich Maria Remarque
"Here I sit and there you are lying; we have so much to say, and we shall never say it."
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"What I ask of you is reasonable and moderate; I demand a creature of another sex, but as hideous as myself; the gratification is small, but it is all that I can receive, and it shall content me. it is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless, and free from the misery I now feel. Oh! my creator, make me happy; let me feel gratitude towards you of one benefit!"
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
"What I ask of you is reasonable and moderate; I demand a creature of another sex, but as hideous as myself; the gratification is small, but it is all that I can receive, and it shall content me. it is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless, and free from the misery I now feel. Oh! my creator, make me happy; let me feel gratitude towards you of one benefit!"
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"That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird sees bars, and she scratched her arms beneath her sleeves."
Shannon Hale
"That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird sees bars, and she scratched her arms beneath her sleeves."
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"I know what it's like to have a power no other cat understands. It's the loneliest feeling in the world."
Erin Hunter
"I know what it's like to have a power no other cat understands. It's the loneliest feeling in the world."
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"So lonely 'twas that God himself scarce seemed there to be."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"So lonely 'twas that God himself scarce seemed there to be."
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"The Forest that had been about her all her life, certain as a mountain, was made ashes. The high gable that had stood for two hundred years fallen in ruin. Throvenland was torn apart like smoke on the wind. Nowhere would be safe, ever again."
Joe Abercrombie
"The Forest that had been about her all her life, certain as a mountain, was made ashes. The high gable that had stood for two hundred years fallen in ruin. Throvenland was torn apart like smoke on the wind. Nowhere would be safe, ever again."
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"Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean."
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"Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise of sleep. Gravity is a crushing force bearing down on her chest, shattering wings and refusing her flight. A whisper in her mind. You don't belong here."
Laura Kreitzer
"Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise of sleep. Gravity is a crushing force bearing down on her chest, shattering wings and refusing her flight. A whisper in her mind. You don't belong here."
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