Quotes About Loneliness

Part Five: The Single Hound XVIII THERE is another Loneliness That many die without, Not want or friend occasions it, Or circumstances or lot. But nature sometimes, sometimes thought, 5 And whoso it befall Is richer than could be divulged By mortal numeral.

How dreary—to be—Somebody!

The night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single star, That often as a cloud it met Blew out itself for fear. The wind pursued the little bush

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.

And tho' the skies are crowded - And all the night ashine - I do not care about it - Since none of them are mine.

And only the waves reply.

This is my letter to the world,     That never wrote to me, —

Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.

The Loneliness One dare not sound— ... The Horror not to be surveyed—

I know some lonely houses off the road

The whole misery loves company thing never applies more than when you're breaking up. The thought that the other person is doing fine is simply too much to bear.

Pienso en todos los corazones que se están rompiendo en este momento, en Manhattan, en todo el mundo. En todo ese dolor abrumador. Hace que me sienta un poco menos sola pensar que hay otras personas que se están desgarrando por dentro.

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

I talk every day to people who smile through tears in describing their lost loved ones, their own lives building on the foundations of those who are no longer here.     My grandfather has been lonely since my grandmother's death, of course. In some ways he is waiting quietly for his own, hoping that it will be, as he often points out, as good an

Loneliness is like a set of binoculars that's trained on the social world. This has actually been proven. Psychologists have long theorized that, when the need to belong is unmet, people automatically start to pay more attention to the social world around them. "It's like when you're hungry, and you notice all the food signs on the highway," says Gardner. "When you've been left out, or when you feel unconnected, you notice social cues.

Nacemos solos en nuestra cabeza; vivimos solos allí; morimos solos. Los secretos, pues, a la tumba. Por un momento sentí deseos desesperados de no estar a solas...

real loneliness is having no one to miss. Think yourself lucky you've known something worth missing.

Because your soul must be lonely. That silence you heard, when you tried to pray—that's the sound of God listening.

One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country. It struck Lib now how alone in the world she was.

On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her.

I heard a knocking in my skull, and kept running to the door, but there was never anyone there.

Sometimes Artt wishes he'd never set eyes on either of these stupid men; had set out alone in search of his island. Could he have managed the voyage on his own? It might have been better to make the attempt, and die trying.

Why can't I solve this problem by killing someone? she though petulantly, then comforted herself with the mantra that had kept her going in prison: Soon all the humans will be dead, she said, droning in the time-honored fashion of gurus everywhere. And then Opal will be loved. And even if I'm not loved, she thought, at least all the humans will be dead.

People like me, LB, the truly great ones ... we are always alone.