Quotes About Loneliness

She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime.

I don't go out, so I don't get attention from girls. They're not going to have posters of me on their walls. I just try to get on with my life.

I know of no realm of life that can provide more companionship in a lonely world or greater feelings of security and purpose in chaotic times than the close ties of a family.

If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame.

Isolation is a dream killer.

surrounded by people but alone.

I am disappearing. Maybe I'm already gone.

I can only tell you how I felt. Ugly. Disgusting. Stupid. Small. Worthless. Forgotten. It just feels like there's no choice. Like it's the most logical thing to do because what else is there? You think, 'No one will even miss me. They won't know I'm gone. The world will go on, and it won't matter that I'm not here. Maybe it's better if I was never here.

I think about how amazing it is that you can have someone that close to you, that for the first time you literally aren't alone in your body anymore. Yet somehow you can still feel lonely.

Estamos todos sozinhos, presos num corpo e na nossa própria cabeça, e qualquer companhia que temos na vida é passageira e superficial.

My hand feels cold without his.

You are not alone." Before I can tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial

At lunch, I sit with Charlie, surrounded by people but alone. They are talking to me and around me, but I can't hear them. I pretend to be interested in one of my books, but the words dance on the page, and I tell myself to smile so that no one will see, and I smile and I nod and I do a pretty good job of it.

I can't tell you what was different this time around, only that when I woke up, I felt deader than usual. Awake, yeah, but completely empty, like someone had been feasting on my blood.

Don't get me wrong – I'd rather be here than dead – but sometimes I feel that everything that, like, makes me up has gone away.

A land more severely solitary could hardly be found anywhere on the face of the globe. —JOHN MUIR, 1881

At lunch, I sit with Charlie, surrounded by people but alone. They are talking to me and around me, but I can't hear them. I pretend to be interested in one of my books, but the words dance on the page, and so I tell my face to smile so that no one will see, and I smile and nod and I do a pretty good job of it, until Charlie says, "Man, what is wrong with you? You are seriously bringing me down.

I am disappearing maybe I am already gone.

I run for miles but don't count them, passing dark house after dark house. I feel sorry for everyone in this town who's sleeping. I

They are talking to me and around me, but I can't hear them. I pretend to be interested in one of my books, but the words dance on the page.

Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial

But tonight I'm telling myself I don't have anything in common with this Violet girl, no matter how much I want to, and asking myself if the words between us were really that hot or if maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.

Hava is missing. She went for a short walk on the street and never came back.

But now she regarded her sister with curious distance. She'd been so actively excluded from everything important to her she felt suddenly, intensely alone.