Quotes About Loneliness

The rain outside was cold in Hadrian's soul.

I'm the suburbs of a non-existent town, the long-winded commentary on a book never written. I'm no one, no one at all. I don't know how to feel, how to think, how to want. I'm a character of an unwritten novel, wafting in the air, dispersed without ever been, among the dreams of someone who didn't know how to complete me

Porque, al final, ¿quién soy, cuando no juego? Un pobre huérfano abandonado en la calle de las Sensaciones, tiritando de frío por las esquinas de la Realidad, que tiene que dormir en la escalinata de la Tristeza y comer el pan que le da la Fantasía.

I am troubled by a crushing physical sense of other people's lack of comprehension.

16 [74] [...] Ships that pass in the night and neither acknowledge or recognize one another [...]

En mi cielo interior no ha habido nunca una misera estrella.

Solitude devastates me, company oppresses me.

Deixa que um momento pense Que ainda vives ao meu lado... Triste de quem por si mesmo Precisa ser enganado!

Ik had een zeker talent voor vriendschap, maar ik heb nooit vrienden gehad, ofwel omdat ze er niet waren, ofwel omdat de vriendschap die mij voor ogen stond een fout van mijn dromen was.

Fernando Pessoa

I'm sad, but not with a definite sadness, nor even with an indefinite sadness. I'm sad down there, on the street littered with packing crates.

And all that remains is me, a poor abandoned child, whom no Love wanted as an adopted son, and no Friendship chose as a playmate.

Io sarò anche Satana, Belzebù, quello che vi pare, ma so cos'è il dolore perchè io stesso l'ho provato e lo provo tuttora per la mia solitudine, per l'odio che hai suscitato contro di me. Insomma, ti confesso che quel poveretto mi fa compassione. E che vorrei dargli una mano.

There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless.

I must write down that I am to be an artist. Not in the sense of aesthetic frippery but in the sense of aesthetic craftsmanship; otherwise I will feel my loneliness continually—like this today. The word craftsmanship takes care of the work angle & the word aesthetic the truth angle.

People only make us lonelier by reminding us of God.

Wait here, wait here! he cried and jumped up and began to run for help toward a cluster of lights he saw in the distance ahead of him. Help, help! he shouted, but his voice was thin, scarcely a thread of sound. The lights drifted farther away the faster he ran and his feet moved numbly as if they carried him nowhere. The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorrow.

Lemme tell you something: there ain't any place in the world for a poor disabled friendless drifting man." The ugly words settled in Mr. Shiftlet's head like a group of buzzards in the top of a tree. He didn't answer at once. He rolled himself

el aburrimiento, araña silenciosa, tejía su tela en la sombra de todos los rincones de su corazón

No one ever chats me up; I think they all think I'm taken. Either that or no one fancies me.

I love my mother the most in the world. She has seen a lot of poverty and loneliness and is very simple. Whenever I am in trouble, I go far away from her, as she is not at all strong. If I see her breaking, I break.

I was a little bit of a loner, but fascinated with emotions that people feel.

I was depressed as a child. I found it hard to make friends. My favourite thing was locking myself in the bathroom and practising comedy routines.

I think my family is so fed up of seeing me single.