Quotes About Loneliness

However good-hearted one is, you understand, one eventually stops seeing people who depress you, so in the end Old Dantes was all alone.

he had so long ceased to have any intercourse with the world, that he looked upon himself as dead. The

Ah  ! murmura-t-il, j'entends parler un homme. » Il y avait quatre ou cinq ans qu'Edmond n'avait entendu parler que son geôlier, et pour le prisonnier le geôlier n'est pas un homme : c'est une porte vivante ajoutée à la porte de chêne, c'est un barreau de chair ajouté à ses barreaux de fer.

these groups followed some solitary passer-by, hurrying his steps; one after another the doors were closed, one after

He was Gully Foyle, the oiler, wiper, bunkerman; too easy for trouble, too slow for fun, too empty for friendship, too lazy for love.

There is no sun.

An old man – utterly alone – he had staked his all on a throw – and lost.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.

The lonelier you are, the more you pull away, until humans seem an alien race, with customs and a language you can't begin to understand.

Life was beautiful, everyone knew that, but it was also bitter and bleak and unfair as hell and where did that leave a person? On the outs with the rest of the world. Someone who sat alone in the cafeteria, reading, escaping from his hometown simply by turning the page.

It was as though I had one map inside my head and it led to the man who was waiting for me. Someone who was alone — maybe even more alone — than I was…

She doesn't have a mother anymore. There's no one to whom she's the most important person in the world.

The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn't sleep, those haunted by one thing or another: love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn't want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.

a place where people heard what she said but not what she meant. She wanted to be known, but no one knew her.

She thinks of the way angels arrive, when you lease expect them, when the road is dark, when you're bleeding and alone and hopeless, when you're sleeping in a basement, convinced that no one knows you're there.

When she reached 44 Greenwich Avenue she went inside alone, and only the crow knew that it was possible for a woman to claim to have no heart at all and still cry as though her heart would break

No one called out my name. Finally, I went to open the door. I could smell burning metal.

We know what we need when we get it, Brock Stewart had once said. Elinor understood this to be true whenever she heard Jenny in the hallway, when she looked up from her work in the garden to see a light burning in the kitchen. She knew it when the kettle on the back burner of the stove whistled, when the back door opened and shut, when the house she lived in wasn't empty. She hadn't understood how alone she'd been until she was no longer alone. She had cut herself off...

Perhaps in the cold my heart would freeze and I would care nothing for those I was forced to abandon.

In doing so, he understood who he was. In that moment, in his aunt's greenhouse, he felt more alone than ever.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse. There was something that come between Emily and other people, a white linen curtain, hazy. It made the world quieter and farther away, although occasionally she could see through to the other side.

Cover up grief and it grinds away at you from the inside out. It makes you run for dark corners and empty rooms heartsick and mute despising your own company.

I'd lived my whole life without a friend. I'd just have to remember how to do that again.

Somehow, I knew how alone he felt, and it gave me shivers to think that alienation could be a shared experience.