Quotes About Loneliness

I was a bit of a loner as a teenager. I never went to a single social event, because they terrified me.

I had always known that I was 'different.' I didn't really understand it all until I got older. But there was always this foreboding sense something was 'wrong.' I never knew how to talk about it. I just remember feeling terrified about what would happen if someone found out. It was a very lonely feeling.

In February 1969, 25 years ago, I arrived as a young, terrified PFC on this lonely little hill in Quang Ngai Province. Back then, the place seemed huge and imposing and permanent.

Everyone else at school was terrified of me, and they were always laughing at me.

As people, right now, we're so over-stimulated in this world that I don't know what I'd do in Wyoming. I really don't know what I'd do. I would probably have a heart attack because I'd be so lonely, and I'd actually have to listen to myself think. That's a terrifying prospect for myself, and I'm sure many other people as well.

If you ever find yourself on a boat in the middle of the ocean, you look around in every direction and don't see anything. That's a terrifying experience.

Being a writer can be a very lonely profession, but having a network of people who can sympathize with everything you're going through - from contract issues to the terror of changing your novel from past- to present-tense - is an invaluable asset.

All still lifes are actually paintings of the world on the sixth day of creation, when God and the world were alone together, without man!

For a long time now a hint of aversion had lain on everything he did and experienced, a shadow of impotence and loneliness, an all-encompassing distaste for which he could not find the complementary inclination. He felt at times as though he had been born with a talent for which there was at present no objective.

Summer is the worst time of all to be alone. The earth is warm and lovely, free to go about in; and always somewhere in the distance there is a place where two people might be happy if only they were together. It is in the spring that one dreams of such places; one thinks of the summer which is coming, and the heart dreams of its friend.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind A shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind The gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

He had a sensitive drained face the face of a small boy lost on the Fairgrounds after everyone has gone home.

I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.

Noir: all those beautiful sentences telling you the most terrible things.

Most Americans watch Friends rather than having friends.

The guy's alone and apart - that's the message.' 'Then perhaps it's what we all feel at times - the hell of alienation' 'Maybe, or what some of us see as the inevitable fall from grace,

Experiencing the feeling of hunger that comes from unfulfilled emotional needs is bearable, albeit painful, for adults. Unfortunately, most individuals choose to deny or avoid this pain as they did when they were young. They seek every means to kill off their feeling of being rejected or alone. They resort to a fantasy bond, a powerful and effective painkiller, to relieve their fear of aloneness and lessen the ache of hunger.

No convention of the gangster film is more strongly established than this: it is dangerous to be alone. And yet the very conditions of success make it impossible not to be alone…. The successful man is an outlaw.

Ya no tengo ni encuentro palabras con las que pedir misericordia. Baldía y fea como una rodilla desnuda es mi alma. Busco un poema que no encuentro, el poema de un cuerpo a quien la desesperación pobló súbitamente en su carne, de mil bocas grandiosas, de dos mil labios gritadores. A mis oídos llegan voces distantes, resplandores pirotécnicos, pero yo estoy aquí solo, agarrado por mi tierra de miseria como con nueve pernos.

Sobre esta tierra quién tendrá piedad de nosotros. Míseros, no tenemos un Dios ante quien postrarnos y toda nuestra pobre vida llora.

No existo ni para el capitán ni para Elsa, ni para Barsut.

en la calle, Erdosain observó que orvallaba,

Me verá una doncella, una niña alta, pálida y concentrada, que por capricho maneje su Rolls-Royce. Paseará tristemente. De pronto me mira y comprende que yo seré el único amor de toda la vida, y esa mirada que era un ultraje para todos los desdichados, se posará en mí, cubiertos los ojos de lágrimas. El ensueño se desenroscaba sobre

Caminaba como antes por las calles, miraba los objetos que se exhiben en las vitrinas, y hasta me detenía sorprendido frente a ciertas ingeniosidades de la industria, mas la verdad es que estaba horriblemente solo.