Quotes About Loneliness

don't think so. Molly and Alex are sad sometimes. Sometimes they're not friends, and they get sad because of that. But I never get sad, even when people aren't friends with me.

It's lonely at the top, so you better know why you are there.

When they feel invisible, it's easy for them to leave.

I hang around shepherds because I can't talk to sheep.

Like jilted and disappointed lovers, some of my students just want to be left alone.

Loneliness is not cured by human company. Loneliness is cured by contact with reality.

Everywhere I go, there are all these Big Star freaks, and they're nice little guys who are usually in college, and they're kind of lonely and misunderstood, learning to play guitar.

Do you know what it's like going through life being better than everybody? It's hard.

Life without you is like a broken pencil, there's no point.

Life is too precious to waste it with the wrong person. You're better off alone until the right one comes along.

I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.

The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.

I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.

If you're going to be a true Christian, I'll tell you one thing amongst others: it'll be a lonely life. It's a narrow way and it becomes narrower and narrower and narrower.

At times in my life, I have been utterly lonely. At other times, I've had disgusting infectious diseases. Try admitting these things in our culture.

Was our life nothing more than a sequence of anonymous screams in a desert of indifferent stars?

What does it mean to enter the mind of the beloved? The I lost in the you without hesitation: the ultimate goal of every kindred soul to transcend the aching, the screaming, loneliness of the Divide, so that the atoms of one dissolve into the atoms of the other (two as one . . .), making such intimate love that orgasm is the sharing of electrons in flight. And what does it mean to enter the mind of the beloved when you believe the beloved no longer loves you?

Even as Control said it, he had known that he was also telling her he didn't mind leaving her there, alone, on the other side.

He sat up abruptly in bed, stifled another cough. Someone was in his lighthouse. More than one person. Whispering. Or maybe even shouting, the sound by the time it infiltrated the brick and stone, the wood and steel, brought to him through a distance, a time, that he couldn't know. The irrational thought that he was hearing the ghosts of dozens of lighthouse keepers all at once, in a kind of threnody, the condensed chorus of a century. Another phantom sound?

Another week passes into grey oblivion. You're a slow dream, an autumn freeze, a ship on the doldrums. Thoughts come slow and ponderous, like deep sea fish floating heavy and memory-bound to the surface; coelacanth reborn.

Desolation tries to colonize you.

in the off-season, when even the beach is a poem about loneliness.

With sunset came a premonition of beauty: The pre-dusk sky already had so many stars in it. Before he activated the lens, he sat there for a few minutes, staring up at them, at the deep blue of the sky that framed them. At such moments, he felt as if he really did live on the edge of the known world. As if he was alone, in the way he wanted to be alone: when he chose to be and not when the world imposed it on him.

human beings have an intense craving, often unfulfilled, to be understood by someone else.