Quotes About Loneliness

It's all right, he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief and loneliness. It's all right, believe me.

You didn't really forget. It's just that you don't want anyone to come, you hope they don't come.

Yes, Norman, I suppose you're right. That's where I'd probably be. But I wouldn't be there alone. Norman slammed the door, locked it, and turned away. He wasn't quite sure, but as he ran up the cellar steps he thought he could still hear her chuckling gently in the dark.

I know why you didn't bother to switch on the sign. I know why you haven't even gone up to open the office tonight. You didn't really forget. It's just that you don't want anyone to come, you hope they don't come." "All

It's all right, he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief and loneliness.

It's all right," he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief and loneliness.

The room seemed to have lost a certain essence that he could not pin down. Then knew suddenly what it was. The room was—lonely. For the first time in his life, he knew what loneliness was like. Until that moment the word had been meaningless to him.

A left-behind look.

I hadn't heard it when I'd been in the house before, but when I was in the house before there'd been other people and things going on. Now the house seemed abandoned and desolate. Life in an Andrew Wyeth landscape.

She told herself it was the dry night wind and lashing hair, the way her eyes filled when her lonely race finished, but it was always the same whether the air was dry or not, whether her hair was down or up, so she knew. For those few minutes running across the city, she could be and was herself, purely and truly herself, finding herself in those moments only to lose herself once more when she slowed, falling behind as her true self ran free somewhere ahead in the empty night—

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, A luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

I am one who has been acquainted with the night

The line storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day,...

And lonely as it is that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Many men are intimidated by beauty and prefer to worship it from afar; others are drawn in, but not for the purpose of conversation. The Beauty suffers from isolation.

To be emperor of China was to be alone, surrounded by a pack of enemies—it was the least powerful, least secure position in the realm.

They'd promised to stay away from each other for the night, each of them alone in his own bleak room, and they both waved goodbye when he drove off. He raised his hand in response and caught himself hoping they'd be okay. What was he doing? They were drunk and psychotic black men in Oakland. They'd never be okay. They were fucked and doomed and beyond help.

The evening wasn't cold yet... But the air was turning sharp, with a fall feeling of loneliness coming. Something unaccountable pending in the air.