Quotes About Loneliness

There was something inexpressibly dreary about the Casino when it was empty, she thought. You could see all of it for what it was worth, and it was never good to see anything like that.

Anfering sex for money is not a profession that glorifies women; it is a profession born of desperation, poverty, alieatioin, and loneliness.

Whether you are living in a wilderness of poverty or loneliness or sorrow, God's promises, love, and protection are just as available to you now as they were to Hagar.

The good news for single people and for couples is that Jesus is the One who ultimately fulfills our need for intimacy. He is the One who draws us out of our isolation and loneliness by uniting us to himself and to those who belong to him. We bear fruit to the degree that we are united to him.

Bevo a una casa distrutta, alla mia vita sciagurata, a solitudini vissute in due e bevo anche a te: all'inganno di labbra che tradirono, al morto gelo dei tuoi occhi, ad un mondo crudele e rozzo, ad un Dio che non ci ha salvato.

No other looked into her secret eyes. Nobody dared.

All's taken away: my love and my power. The body, thrown into city it hates, Finds no joy in the sunlight. With every hour The blood grows colder in my veins.

I have long had this premonition of a bright day and a deserted house

On Hemingway: Have you noticed how lonely all people in his works are - no relatives, no family?

The Last Toast I drink to our demolished hose, to all this wickedness, to you, our loneliness together, I raise my glass - And to the dead-cold eyes, the lie that has betrayed us, the coarse, brutal world, the fact that God has not saved us. 1934

I drink to our ruined house, to the dolor of my life, to our loneliness together; and to you I raise my glass, to lying lips that have betrayed us, to dead-cold pitiless eyes, and to the hard realities; that the world is brutal and coarse, that God, in fact, has not saved us.

Thus I live, without singing at all. Neither sky nor earth is for me.

Now the pillow's Hot on both sides. A second candle Dies, the ravens cry Endlessly. No sleep all night, Too late to think of sleep… How unbearably white The blind's white deep. Hello, Morning!

What on earth was wrong with her? One would imagine she'd never been alone with a man, when her duties on the estate had her dealing with males of various degree from morning to night. None made her feel the way she felt dangling off Lord Lyle's elegant hand. She swallowed, her throat so tight that it hurt. Dear heavens, she was in trouble. And for once in her life, she felt helpless to rescue herself. "Watch

Ils n'étaient pas bavards. Ils n'avaient plus l'habitude de partager leurs repas. Le protocole ne fut donc pas très au point et tous deux eurent du mal à se dépêtrer de leur solitude...Mais c'était des gens bien élevés et ils firent un effort pour porter beau. S'égayèrent, trinquèrent, évoquèrent le quartier.

K?pÄ"c es esmu vecs mu??is? · T?pÄ"c, ka jÅ«s nevienu nemÄ«lat. JÅ«s nekad ne?aujaties plÅ«dumam. JÅ«su nekad nav Å¡eit. Nekad mÅ«su vidÅ«. Nekad mÅ«su sarun?s un mÅ«su mu???b?s, nekad mÅ«su dzÄ«ru viduvÄ"jÄ«b?. T?pÄ"c ka jÅ«s neesat maigs, t?pÄ"c ka jÅ«s vienmÄ"r klusÄ"jat, un jÅ«su klusÄ"Å¡ana lÄ«dzin?s nicin?jumam…

Quand j'arrive à la gare de l'Est, j'espère toujours secrètement qu'il y aura quelqu'un pour m'attendre. C'est con. J'ai beau savoir que ma mère est encore au boulot à cette heure-là et que Marc est pas du genre à traverser la banlieue pour porter mon sac, j'ai toujours cet espoir débile. [...] Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part... C'est quand même pas compliqué.

Je ressemble à un personnage de Bretécher: une fille assise sur un banc avec une pancarte autour du cou : "je veux de l'amour" et des larmes qui jaillissent comme deux fontaines de chaque côté des yeux. Je m'y vois.

Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part

During the sleepless hours of the night a thought came to me that seemed important. I got up in the dark and wrote it down. In the morning I read: 'I went looking for loneliness. But it found me.

My home was in darkness and my companions were shadows beckoning to me from a glass

What can I do now? What am I to become? How can I live in this world I'm condemned to but can't endure? They couldn't stand it either, so they made a world of their own. Well, they have each other's company, and they are heroes, whereas I'm quite alone, and have none of the qualities essential to heroism - the spirit, the toughness, the dedication. I'm back where I was as a child, solitary, helpless, unwanted, frightened.

It was always the same now, the ghost always coming between her and her life in the world, so much more important, since that lost being was still her only companion, and their now-obsolete relationship the one true human contact she would ever have.

Like people who from a bridge watch fish swimming below them, we saw the outside world as an alien element where we could take no part. Isolated behind the glass of our lonely window we looked down on the daily life which was not for us.