Quotes About Loneliness

The fears of man are many. He fears the shadow of death and the closed doors of the future. He is afraid for his friends and for his sons and of the specter of tomorrow. All his life's journey he walks in the lonely corridors of his controlled fears, if he is a man. For only fools will strut, and only cowards dare cringe.

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.

You occupied my space. But because you were not in my present, when I looked into my future I saw . . . nothing. Isn't that sad? And stupid?

More and more, I'd been having this feelings of zeroness. Of HERE-I-AM-AND-IT-JUST-DOESN'T-MATTER.

It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom. —Edgar Allan Poe

As a child I used to lie on the floor with my eyes tightly closed and hope that people would walk past without noticing me. That would mean I was truly invisible.

Caminaba por un sendero solitario en una noche sin estrellas

sentado sobre un viejo sillón desgastado, en una esquina sombría de la habitación, desmoronado, sin ganas de hacer alguna cosa, desilusionado por la cadena de fracasos en los últimos años;

mira con curiosidad la soledad del cuarto, la soledad de su propia alma;

imposible negar los sentimientos de miedo, arrepentimiento, angustia, soledad, clandestinidad que siempre nos acompañaron.

She would likely live and die alone. She had accepted that fact as best she could. Her escapes were the way she lived with it.

Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.

The trouble is, as you get older, the people you like die and are not replaced with others, so that it is easily possible to end up with no one at all to talk to, or at least, no one you would want to hear responding to whatever it is you might have ended up saying.

The only place I've felt was really my home is my cabin up north. There's something in the water there that connects me to that place. There's also this sense of isolation and loneliness about it that I've never been able to shake.

You may have had that lonely conversation with yourself by now, but if you haven't, let me tell you. You can have people encourage you and talk to you all day long about your potential, but if you're not there, ready and willing to be that for yourself, you'll never be fulfilled.

silent tears fall ruefully at midnight

He is alone and free, yet powerless and afraid. The newly won freedom appears as a curse; he is free from the sweet bondage of paradise, but he is not free to govern himself, to realize his individuality.

To feel completely alone and isolated leads to mental disintegration just as physical starvation leads to death.

The deepest need of man, then, is the need to overcome his separateness, to leave the prison of his aloneness. The absolute failure to achieve this aim means insanity, because the panic of complete isolation can be overcome only by such a radical withdrawal from the world outside that the feeling of separation disappears-- because the world outside, from which one is separated, has disappeared.

Notóriusan boldogtalan emberek társadalma a miénk: magányosak, félelmektÅ'l gyötörtek, depressziósak, rombolók, függÅ'k vagyunk - olyan emberek, akik boldogok, ha sikerül agyonütniük azt az idÅ't, amelyet szüntelenül meg akarnak spórolni.

Was sollen wir anfangen? Wenn wir einen Mann liebhaben, liefern wir uns ihm aus. Wir trennen uns von allem, was vorher war, und kommen zu ihm. Da bin ich, sagen wir freundlich lächelnd. Ja, sagt er, da bist du, und kratzt sich hinterm Ohr. Allmächtiger, denkt er, nun habe ich sie auf dem Hals. Leichten Herzens schenken wir ihm, was wir haben. Und er flucht. Die Geschenke sind ihm lästig. Erst flucht er leise, später flucht er laut. Und wir sind allein wie nie zuvor.

Sooft in München in Konzert war, bei dem neue Werke von Ludwig Palffy aufgeführt wurden, kaufte sich Luiselotte Körner ein Billett, saß dann mit gesenktem Kopf in einer der letzten billigen Reihen und entnahm der Musik ihres geschiedenen Mannes, daß er kein glücklicher Mensch geworden war. Trotz seiner Erfolge. Und trotz seiner Einsamkeit.

There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into the mist as though it would prop up the melancholy sky and protect beneath itself the faint lonely flame on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which looked like the last grave of mankind in the midst of night and loneliness.

Perhaps there is really nothing else when everything is falling to pieces, I think, except this bit of togetherness and even that is a sweet deception, for when someone else really needs you you cannot follow him or stand by him. I have noticed that often enough in the war when I looked into the face of a dead comrade. Each one of us has his own death and must suffer it alone; no one can help him then.