Quotes About Loneliness

I am driven into grudging toleration of the Conservative party because it is the party of nonpolitics, of resistance to politics. I have seen how many of the evils of life — failure, loneliness, fear, boredom, inability to communicate — are ineradicable by political means, and that attempts so to eradicate them are disastrous.

What a pity it was, he thought, that she wasn't better-looking, that she didn't read the articles in the three-halfpenny Press that told you which colour lipstick went with which natural colouring. With twenty per cent more of what she lacked in these ways, she'd never have run into any of her appalling difficulties: the vices and morbidities bred of loneliness would have remained safely dormant until old age.

You walk down the street and people are just graveyards, really.

enkele grote gevoelens blijven het mensenhart bezighouden: eerzucht en liefde, eenzaamheid en honger, vriendschap en angst voor de dood - of verlangen daarnaar.

A swarm of tiny noxious animals had bored a way into my inner man and hollowed me out.

Og intet Rop, intet Menneskes Ord hørtes noget Sted, ingenting, men bare det tunge Sus omkring mit Hode.

U jesen može se katkad videti, kako zvezde padaju. Eto, mislim ja tada u svojoj samo?i, možda se to trza ?itav jedan svet tamo gore? Svet se raspada u komade pred mojim o?ima? I meni – je palo u deo, da u svom životu vidim smrt zvezda!

Min hjærne randt mig stille ut av hodet og gjorde mig tom.

Gemi leÅŸlerinin yüzdüÄŸü bulan?k insanl?k denizinde bembeyaz bir fenerdim ben.

han lå ute om natten og spiste intet uten som litt multebær som hans bærer sanket i sin lue. Den fjerde dag lot Mack Svend vægter og en mand med ham gå ut i myrene med megen god mat til den fremmede ænglender.

What was the point of spelling out the details? And anyway, wasn't a poor soul allowed to have a little genuine lovesickness to cope with on top of everything else? Without further ado, Rolandsen went up to his office, straight to the instrument, and asked one of the operators at the Rosengaard telegraph station to send him half a cask of cognac at the first opportunity. There was no sense in carrying on like this forever.

Who am I now among men? Or am I lost already? Am I nothing already? And I cry out and call my name to hear if it still lives.

When it got dark I jogged along to the Town Hall--God knows how I got there--and sat on the edge of the balustrade. I tore a pocket out of my coat and took to chewing it; not with any defined object, but with dour mien and unseeing eyes, staring straight into space.

Why am I letting you comfort me?" He stared over her head. Because I've made sure you have no one else to turn to.

A king of a kingdom no one fucking knows about! I'm the tree in the forest that silently falls--when no one is around to be crushed! [Lothaire, Enemy of Old]

Her heart sank. That's why he found her attractive- because he'd been so long without. He'd probably find a perfumed rock appealing at this point.

When he was this close to me, I could feel his palpable yearning. I could sense that gut-wrenching loneliness he'd suffered.

You once told me I was so good at this game because it's all I'll ever have.' The sadness in his voice had drawn me up short. 'Your words were true, though I didn't wish them to be. Not then. Or now.' I'd heard Aric enraged, playful, fierce, in pain, and in lust. I'd never heard this soft sadness before.

We were all disconnected now. And I didn't know when the switchboard had gone down. What if he'd . . . drowned?

Still, Kaderin sighed, unable to help feeling very old and very alone.

I will never be your perfect Viking, Regin! I've made unforgivable mistakes. I've no family or friends, and my men hold no love for me. I'm scarred inside and out. And I'm bloody askin' for you anyway!

Never, never make the mistake of thinking you're the only alien on the planet . But that's exactly the way I did feel – different desks, different schedule, halls and halls and halls that all looked the same to me. Everybody else knew their way around. I might as well have been a million light years from home. And lost.

The picture made me heartsick. What could it be like, shut up inside with everything you feel – never having the relief of expression, never sharing anything or releasing anything or trying it out on somebody else? Never asking questions? Only yourself to talk to. Only yourself to listen. Never to be understood. Understood. Not to be loved for what you are. Never to be known.

It is easy to disappear when no one is looking at you.