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Isolation Isolation by Bex-chan
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“Draco's like... snow," said Hermione quietly, her gaze absent and distracted. "It's cold and cruel to begin with, but it's somehow beautiful, and you miss it when it's not there. And if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it changes. It melts.”
Bex-chan, Isolation
“Really, Weasley? Are we going to do this friend shit? We agreed to be civil, not friends. Because if you're going to do this friend bollocks every time I see you, I'll just fling myself off a cliff right now."

"You promise? Can I watch?”
Bex-chan, Isolation
“Silence again. Everything is always broken up by silence. Punctuated by silence. Silence is nothing, but it's everything, because we hunt for words in silence. We think in silence. Our minds work hard in silence. And yet it's awful. It's empty. It's lonely. Necessary nothingness.”
Bex-chan, Isolation
“Well, spank my arse and call me Morgana.”
Bex-chan, Isolation
“Cynical? Me? I'll have you know that I make daisy-chains and frolic with unicorns on the weekends.”
Bex-chan, Isolation
“Do you ever think about a future for us?" she asked. "I do, and I don't want us to have to hide. To run."
"I would rather run with you than walk alone," he said.”
Bex-chan, Isolation
“Forgive me," he repeated, quieter this time.

For everything I have ever done, and everything I will inevitably do to hurt you in the future.”
Bexchan, Isolation
“Come back to me, Granger," he bade in a barely-there voice. "I…," Salazar, forgive me. "I need you.”
Bexchan, Isolation
“She had somehow become his weakness.”
Bexchan, Isolation
“And if I don't know who I am?" he questioned, his voice quivering slightly. "What if I am…lost?”
Bexchan, Isolation
“You don't get it, do you?" she whispered, narrowing her eyes. "You have nothing. You are nothing. And now you're stuck here; forced to accept our help like some pathetic child.”
Bexchan, Isolation
“Of this...this p-pathetic excuse for a life. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being unhappy, but doing nothing to try and be ha-happy. I'm sick of crying out for help and then rejecting anyone who t-tries to help me. I'm sick of w-wanting things and doing nothing to get them. I'm sick of feeling dis-disappointed, and I'm sick of being a disappointment. I'm sick of not feeling passionate, or excited, or f-fucking anything about anything. I'm sick of being angry, and af-afraid, and sad. I'm sick of pretending that I'm okay. I'm sick of pretending that I un-understand. I'm just s-sick of it all, because all of it's nothing. And it's my fault it's nothing."
"It's like...my life is this c-cage, and from my cage I can see you all being happy, and living, and just being...n-normal. I just sit in my cage and watch you...wondering what it's like. And every now and then, someone will hand me a k-key to unlock my cage, but I never do. Because it's
cage. Even though I detest it, it's mine. And people keep giving me keys, and I keep throwing...throwing them away. I'll always throw them away, and I don't even know why." He coughed, spraying blood across Blaise's shirt. "Th-there's your speech, arseholes.”
Bex-chan, Isolation