Quotes About Loneliness

Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty? At least there was no doubt that I was alone in regarding the duty as a heavy burden.

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The very thing that makes a star spectacular is the same thing that strikes him from the world at large and makes him an outsider.

Good thing I brought my haze of emptiness!

Consequently, people live ever more lonely lives in an ever more connected planet. Many of the social and political disruptions of our time can be traced back to this malaise.

We thus live in an increasingly lonely world of unravelling communities and families.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

When I was in high school I used to sit by myself in the cafeteria - not necessarily by choice - but I thought it was funny to talk to people that weren't there.

Inside the woods is an abandoned hotel. Trees grow in the lobby and up through the rooms. Limbs jut out through the windows. It looks like outside inside. I climb the trees through 1000 rooms. I look for you in each of them. You're a long shiny line.

I was the guy at the end of the bar all hunched up and trying to disappear into his overcoat. Flattened hat on worn bar top. Hank of hair dangling over the face of a born lemon-sucker. They were all my breed. My people. Drinking alone or in even lonelier pairs. The guilty. The condemned. The

Nowadays I know the true reason I read is to feel less alone, to make a connection with a consciousness other than my own.

Once you lost all hope, time began to go faster and the senseless days deadened your soul.

The moon, our own, earthly moon is bitterly lonely, because it is alone in the sky, always alone, and there is no one to turn to, no one to turn to it. All it can do is ache across the weightless airy ice, across thousands of versts, toward those who are equally lonely on earth, and listen to the endless howling of dogs.

Instantly a thick blackness seemed to enfold her and silence as of a dead world settled down upon her. Drowsy as she was she could not close her eyes nor refrain from listening. Darkness and silence were tangible things. She felt them. And they seemed suddenly potent with magic charm to still the tumult of her, to sooth and rest, to create thought she had never thought before. Rest was more than selfish indulgence. Loneliness was necessary to gain conciseness of the soul.

The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.

Living is cold and technical without you, a death mask of itself.

I felt as if I were in an exiled and floating world, isolated from all necessities of life except the one of buying things.

The night is forever. I can't sleep. The clear moon is so bright, so bright. I almost think I hear a voice call me, and to the empty sky say, Yes?

Christmas was always the worst… What's the point of Christmas without any kids to share it with?

permití que el ostracismo y la amargura se adueñaran de mi existencia.

The utterly empty bottle of his soul.

Be kind to humanity; she is very lonely, everyone is busy with themselves.

But although she was with family and friends, she'd never felt more alone. She felt as if she'd lost a vital part of herself and she had - her heart.

I closed the door. Other people got husbands and children; I got a bag of lettuce. I hurled myself on the floor and sobbed. The worst thing about trying to get myself undepressed were the days when it seemed like I hadn't made any progress at all.