Quotes About Loneliness

Sauvage, sad, silent, as timid as the sylvan doe, in her own family she seemed a strangeling.

Por colinas, caballos veloces aplastaban la nieve profunda… A un lado un templo sagrado solitario asomaba al camino. ………………… Mas de pronto estalló la nevasca, y la nieve cayó a grandes copos. En el ala azabache un silbido, sobrevuela un cuervo el trineo. ¡El gemido auguraba desdichas! Los caballos de andar presuroso oteaban las sombras lejanas, y alzando sus crines… ZHUKOVSKI

I've lived to see my longings die I've lived to se my longings die: My dreams and I have grown apart; Now only sorrow haunts my eye, The wages of a bitter heart. Beneath the storms of hostile fate, My flowery wreath has faded fast; I live alone and sadly wait To see when death will come at last. Just so, when the winds in winter moan And snow descends in frigid flakes, Upon a naked branch, alone, The final leaf of summer shakes!

There were words on our lips that in our loneliness alone wanted utterance, and the need by itself virtually created the feeling.

There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage.

He has the self-conscious look of someone drinking alone who is trying not to appear self-conscious.

The man is a cabin, poorly kept.

Poverty and loneliness could be seen as a liberation from strivings to become rich and popular.

and one of only a few on the entire station, she'd bonded with

Indigos often feel misunderstood by others, which can lead to feelings of loneliness. Charles:

Simon Cameron: "I loved my brother, as only the poor and lonely can love those with whom they have toiled and struggled up the rugged hill of life's success—but he died bravely in the discharge of his duty.

Do you know what people really want? Everyone, I mean. Everybody in the world is thinking: I wish there was just one other person I could really talk to, who could really understand me, who'd be kind to me. That's what people really want, if they're telling the truth.

Loneliness, she thought, was craving for other people's company. But she did not know that loneliness can be an unnoticed cramping of the spirit for lack of companionship.

Wondering at the loneliness of the new dead, remembering Kitten and Kitten's need for light and life. She had no sorrow for Kitten dead; she had pity that scalded. She

The desperate need to be alone with Laurel, to force truth from her, began hammering against his temples until he wanted to cry out from the pain of it.

Black rage shook him. He hadn't had a place to sleep, he hadn't had food, he couldn't even get a beer in this goddamn stinking lousy town. He was ready to turn and walk out when he saw wedged at a table against a wall, McIntyre. In the same silly hat, the red sash. Mac hadn't seen him yet. Mac was watching the dance floor. Sailor knew then that the Sen was here. The Sen and Iris Towers. He took his stance in the room.

While he was thinking of her, the bus had bumbled away and she was crossing the slant intersection, coming directly towards him. Not to him; she didn't know he was there in the high foggy dark. He saw her face again as she passed under the yellow fog light, saw that she didn't like the darkness and fog and loneness. She started down the California Incline; he could hear her heels striking hard on the warped pavement as if the sound brought her some reassurance.

He rang Laurel as soon as he reached the apartment. Before he fixed a drink, before even lighting a cigarette. There was no answer to the call. He rang her every fifteen minutes after that, and at six, when the dusk was moving across the open windows, and when there was still no answer to his call, he stepped out into the courtyard where he could look up at her apartment. But there were no lights in it.

There's nothing hard about it. But I get praised for the hardest of things I do, and I do some of the hardest of things. Things like waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night, all alone except for when I'm with someone; and it's getting harder and harder.

Viola settled into the rocker, situated Goldie in the crook of her left arm and gave her the bottle. The chair quietly creaked out its ageless message of calm and comfort as she set it in motion. But it didn't reach the empty spot inside her.

We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community.

The only answer in this life, to the loneliness we are all bound to feel, is community.

If I got down on my knees I thought, "Do I really believe? Whom am I praying to?" A terrible doubt came over me, and a sense of shame, and I wondered if I was praying because I was lonely, because I was unhappy.

But she knew that she had encountered one of the more devastating kinds of loneliness in existence: that of being in close contact with someone to whom she was a nonperson, and who thereby rendered her invisible and of no consequence.