Quotes About Loneliness

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

I thought of a line from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, "As idle as a painted ship / Upon a painted ocean.

At the root of the shy temperament is a deep fear of social judgment, one so severe it can sometimes be crippling. Introverted people don't worry unduly about whether they'll be found wanting, they just find too much socializing exhausting and would prefer either to be alone or in the company of a select few people.

If you are lonely, please know you can find comfort . If you are discouraged, please know you can find hope . If you are poor in spirit, please know you can be strengthened . If you feel you are broken, please know you can be mended .

On occasions, global or personal, we may feel we are distanced from God, shut out from heaven, lost, alone in dark and dreary places. Often enough that distress can be of our own making, but even then the Father of us all is watching and assisting. And always there are those angels who come and go all around us, seen and unseen, known and unknown, mortal and immortal.

Did you know I was capable of magic? If you did, why didn't you tell me? Were you ashamed I was born with this power? Scared? Worried about what our people would think? I'll never know. You've taken your secrets to the grave and left me alone to figure things out.

Instead, she curled up into ball and stared at the pink wallpaper where a potrait of her as a child stared back at her.That girl was smiling and happy.She had a family. Now she had none.

Your childhood may have been lonely, but your future won't be.

All that time she bad allowed herself to be wrapped up in fear - fear of being alone, fear of never finding Anna, fear of destroying the kingdom with her powers, That fear had held her prisoner since she had learned she had magic inside her. It was just as Grand Pabbie had said: she needed to learn to control her magic. If only she embraced the beauty in her life and the magic she'd been gifted - gifted not cursed with-then she could move mountains. Or at least thaw out he countryside.

Loneliness can be a prison, but we have keys. You needn't wait for someone to open the bars. If you can make a pot of chili and use a cell phone, then you can create community.

Here's the thing: No matter where I go, sad things will happen to me, hard things. People I love will die, and sometimes I'll have to tell friends good-bye. I'll meet people who won't like me, and I'll know loneliness. I don't like it, but that's the way it is.

El, you are telling me to run away with a man to become his mistress." "I am telling you to be happy. Even if it lasts only a little while. We must snatch what we can when we have the chance. Life is so very lonely when we don't.

I am telling you to be happy. Even if it lasts only a little while. We must snatch what we can when we have the chance. Life is so very lonely when we don't.

I started making a pro-and-con list in my mind. Killing myself pros: no risk of getting married and divorced again; no more New Year's Eve; no more craving phantom sex; no more underwires poking through expensive bras; no more waking up early…

People who are incapable of having any kind of intimate relationship have to turn to feeling this incredible hunger and void, have to turn to some quantifiable external product to make them feel whole.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.

I am. No doubt about it. I like humiliating Cooper. I like causing him pain. It feels good. It feels better than his dad's whiskey, better than his mom's weed. Because for just a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

She was sorry for all the grim-tale girls locked in lonely towers. Trapped in sugar houses. Lost in the dark woods, with a huntsman coming to cut out their hearts.

I try to think of something to say. Something nice, but not so wildly untrue that I'll embarrass the both of us by saying it. But it's too late. The door slams. The sound echoes through the room. He's gone. Once again.

Oh, God," Lori said without looking at me, "what are they thinking, leaving the two of us alone out here on the dock together? We might TALK or something." "That would be awful," I said. "I might give you a hickey." She laughed, still watching for Cameron's start instead of looking at me. "Just by talking to me?" "I can talk really dirty. You'd be surprised.

My brother is a very bad policeman. So . . . you're coming to school, right?" Doug "Nnnnnnno." Zoey "Come so you can be around people," Doug coaxed. "I don't think you should be alone today." "I think I definitely should." Zoey "Come so I won't worry about you." Doug ;]

No one is waiting for me. In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for.

That's what death is, Danny thought: wanting to talk to someone and not being able to.

It wore on Stephanie more than she'd expected, dropping off Chris for kindergarten, waving or smiling at some blond mother releasing blond progeny from her SUV or Hummer, and getting back a pinched, quizzical smile whose translation seemed to be: Who are you again? How could they not know, after months of daily mutual sightings? They were snobs or idiots or both, Stephanie told herself, yet she was inexplicably crushed by their coldness.