Quotes About Loneliness

when i wake up mornings alone it is more disturbing, when i imagine it could be the living things, that are going out of my life.

he finds himself stuck beside a road that only others will travel.

Halfway through my steak I caught sight of myself in the mirror behind the bar. I looked like someone who ought to eat alone. I didn't look in the mirror again.

When something is missing in your life, it usually turns out to be someone.

In the end, who among us does not choose to be a little less right to be a little less lonely.

No one complains of being a prisoner of love who has ever been a prisoner of loneliness.

There's not a ship in sight; And as the sun goes under Thick clouds conspire to cover The moon that should rise yonder. Thou art alone, fond lover.

Without love, our earth is a tomb

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.

The universe, it seemed, was full to brimming with lonesome places.

There is something mournful and uneasy about waking up late at night on a moving train. The wheels clicked a bony rhythm, the engine growled like a distant Leviathan, and from time to time the whistle sounded a cry so lonesome it seemed to speak for the whole wide moonless night.

Las vícti- mas correctas son aquellas en las que puedes llenar un vacío, las que ven en ti algo exótico. A menudo están aisladas o son al menos un tanto infelices (a causa tal vez de recientes circunstancias adversas), o se les puede llevar  con facilidad  a ese punto,  porque la persona total- mente satisfecha es casi imposible de seducir.

Bachelors of forty are society's stray cats. We are taken in by households and fed and made a fuss of;

When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, Who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know Of love's austere and lonely offices?

What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices?

What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices?

Sleepless, I stare from the dark hospital room at shadows of a flower and its leaves the nightlight fixes like a blotto on the corridor wall.

There had been no wolves, of course. Not in a city like this. He wished it did not feel so – alone.

Aan'allein morirá el día que sepa que habéis muerto.

Summer nights held a special kind of loneliness that gave rise to strange imaginings. One walked the beach alone and thought too much.

There's this primary America of freeways and jet flights and TV and movie spectaculars, and people caught up in this primary America seem to go through huge portions of their lives without much consciousness of what immediately surrounds them. The media have convinced them that what's right around them is unimportant. And that's why they're lonely.

Technology is blamed for a lot of this loneliness, since the loneliness is certainly associated with the newer technological devices—TV, jets, freeways and so on—but I hope it's been made plain that the real evil isn't the objects of technology but the tendency of technology to isolate people into lonely attitudes of objectivity. It's the objectivity, the dualistic way of looking at things underlying technology, that produces the evil.

But in the secondary America we've been through, of back roads, and Chinaman's ditches, and Appaloosa horses, and sweeping mountain ranges, and meditative thoughts, and kids with pinecones and bumblebees and open sky above us mile after mile after mile, all through that, what was real, what was around us dominated. And so there wasn't much feeling of loneliness.