Quotes About Loneliness

So I'm alone. I have no one. Is that what you're telling me?" - Junco, Range (to be published April 2013)

Sometimes, the girls hug all boys except me, and I just smile, but it hurts.

I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

People have forgotten what the human touch is, what it is to smile, for somebody to smile at them, somebody to recognize them, somebody to wish them well. The terrible thing is to be unwanted.

No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile. Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child.

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

I'm just saying, 'Hey, throw me a bone. How about a smile, cute t-shirt? Look at me.' Nothing - unless it's a turn to their friends to go, 'Hey, why is that weird guy looking at us?'

It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.

I was a bore and didn't know when to smile or fake it. Or rather worse, I did but didn't.

…and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.

People who smile while they are alone used to be called insane, until we invented smartphones and social media.

Everyone is isolated from everyone else. The concept of society is like a cushion to protect us from the knowledge of that isolation. A fiction that serves as an anesthetic.

We are a society of notoriously unhappy people: lonely, anxious, depressed, destructive, dependent - people who are glad when we have killed the time we are trying so hard to save.

When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.

There are people, moreover, for whom even the absence of God is absent, who are shaken not by the privation of providence but by the privation of the privation, who live in a completely ungoverned and unconsoling world. To use the terms of another religious existentialist of Judaism against him: there is a man who is lonelier than the lonely man of faith, and he is the lonely man of no faith.

The strength of a love is always misjudged if we evaluate it by its immediate cause and not the stress that went before it, the dark and hollow space full of disappointment and loneliness that precedes all the great events in the heart's history.

Humans... You want a nice warm hug from a cold, indifferent universe.

It is a lonely thing, remembering for someone else.

Shhh," she wants to say to her husband as he speaks a pleasantry in her ear, "I am remembering being lonely.

She was tired of relationships whose greatest intimacy consisted of sitting up all night weeping while love died.

It is not we who long for a day of rest, but the Sabbath spirit that is lonely and longs for us.

Sometimes I think he wanted it to happen. Maybe he felt alone and unloved and he wanted someone to notice him in the most dramatic way: a rescue. How luxurious it would be, he could have thought, to have your father's powerful hands snatch you from deadly water, pull you up and return you to the shore where your family is waiting for you. Then they would recognize how valuable you are. You wouldn't be ignored after that. Every day you would be loved the way you deserve.

Family life is by its nature cocooned, and expatriate family life doubly so. We had many friends and a few intimate ones, but it is in the nature of family rhythm—up too early, asleep too soon—to place you on a margin, and to the essential joy—just the three of us!—was added the essential loneliness, just the three of us.

It was at that moment that I came to the conclusion that there is some link between plants and loneliness.