Lois Lowry Quotes

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.

Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand.

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

How can you be alienated without first having been connected?

The entire time I was in Portland, which was the five years, I had absolutely no contact with any of my family.

There's certainly a loss of connection with folks on the ground who I care for and love and I want to spend time with.

Any rainy summer morning, of course, has the seeds of gloomy alienation sown in. But a rainy summer morning far from home - when your personal clouds don't move but hang - can easily produce the feeling of the world as seen from the grave. This I know.

It really kind of sucked to be close to someone for so long and then suddenly not be anything anymore.

Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away.

There could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.

This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends.

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

Now they were as strangers; nay worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted.

But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.

Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies.

I used to get quite upset that I'd make friends with a guy or a girl and then within the space of three years we'd move and go and live somewhere else, and you'd have to say goodbye to that person.

I have always written about characters who fall somewhere in the spectrum between solitary and totally alienated.

Exile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room.

Being sent away to school was no different from my biological mother giving me away.

In all of my work, I think I'm exploring the idea that we are aliens to each other, how there is a huge distance that separates us all.

I'm used to living in a disassociated universe.

Alienation, I suppose, can't be hackneyed because it will always exist.