Quotes About Loneliness

nothing remained but loneliness and grief…

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?

Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

Tired of my own company, I suppose, now I've seen so much better.

No, Mother, it is better as it is, and I'm glad Amy has learned to love him. But you are right in one thing. I am lonely, and perhaps if Teddy had tried again, I might have said 'Yes,' not because I love him any more, but because I care more to be loved than when he went away.

The house was still as death, and nothing but the wailing of the wind broke the deep hush.

Though it came in such a very simple guise, that was the crowning moment of both their lives, when, turning from the night and storm and loneliness to the household light and warmth and peace waiting to receive them, with a glad Welcome home! Jo led her lover in, and shut the door.

She's right; the lad is lonely. I'll see what these little girls can do for him, thought Mr. Laurence, as he looked and listened. He liked Jo, for her odd, blunt ways suited him; and she seemed to understand the boy almost as well as if she had been one herself.

No le valoré como merecía cuando le tuve cerca y, ahora que todo el mundo se va y me siento tan sola ¡me gustaría tanto verle!

Was it all self-pity, loneliness, or low spirits? Or was it the waking up of a sentiment which had bided its time as patiently as its inspirer? Who shall say?

There are ways of being abandoned even when your parents are right there.

The worst kind of loneliness gripped him. The kind you feel alongside another person.

Because we shared the loneliness that was one shape. Because I knew that in her old age she shared that same boat, where I had labored. She crested and sank in dark waves. Those waves were taking her onward, through night, through day, the water beating and slashing across her unknown path. She struggled to continue. She was traveling hard, and death was her light.

Pierpont was a lonely man, and fame probably only deepened his isolation.

confined to an upstairs room much of the time.

It seems that Frank alienated virtually everyone in the building and was increasingly ostracized.

spending months apart from his wife each year.

Even as he scared people away, he was a lonely man

while he was always surrounded by people, Rockefeller had few, if any, real friends and was isolated by his wealth.

Then it became clear that it was a song, the loneliest sort of song because the notes changed so little, like one bird calling and waiting for another to answer. It was as lonely a sound as she'd ever heard.

In a gloomy corner, she's still quite pretty.

como ha dejado claro Virginia Woolf, cuando sufres un trastorno mental, lo primero que te es arrebatado es la palabra. Y con esto llegamos al núcleo abrasador de lo que llamamos locura. Estar loco es, sobre todo, estar solo. Pero estoy hablando de una soledad descomunal, de algo que no se parece en absoluto a lo que entendemos cuando decimos la palabra soledad.

porque en realidad lo que llamamos locura es algo que causa un pavor general. Produce tanto miento, y tan irracional, que las personas que sufren alguna enfermedad mental son estigmatizadas y aisladas socialmente, cosa que empeora de manera fatal su dolencia. Porque estar loco, ya lo he dicho antes, es sobre todo estar solo. Es una ruptura de la narración común, es salirse de la convención social.