Quotes About Loneliness

Those moments where we have a terrible desire to be alone, because we are confident that, face to face with ourselves, we will be able to find and express strange, unique things, unheard; and then disappointment as great as our hopes, when one is alone at last and nothing comes out of that loneliness as expected.

My first thought when jumping out of bed in the middle of the night was going to throw myself into the sea from the cliff top.

There are dread secrets that none may know and have peace. More, secrets that render whosoever knoweth them an alien unto the tribe he belongs to, that cause him to walk alone on earth, for he who takes, pays.

The universe is seeming really huge right now. I need something to hold on to.

I swear, I have no understanding of other human beings.

The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house,

They can't beat when I'm unhappy. They try and fix it; they'd fix the whole world if they could, just to make me feel better-even when it's none of their business. It's one of the many hazards of being an only child.

The universe is seeming really huge right now," he told me. "I need something to hold on to.

I never got an explanation. I just know he left me.

She is a ghost climbing out of the sea, returning to the spot where no one loved her quite enough to keep her safe.

The universe is seeming really huge right nw. I need something to hold on to.

When things are bad, I'll pray or imagine someone watching over me, listening. Like the first few days after my dad left, I thought about God. For protection. But the rest of the time, I'm trudging along in my everyday life. It's not even slightly spiritual.

I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it — and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die — I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I'm just not there.

They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.

Mr. Bebee had lost every one, and had consumed in solitude the tea-basket which he had brought up as a pleasant surprise.

Little lonely one, You clung to me as a garment clings; my girl.

Still, he felt lonely and fell into the trap of pretending to prefer being alone, thus leading to further loneliness in a vicious circle of solitude that young men of a certain temperament build for themselves and then inhabit. But

He knew that loneliness was poisoning him, so that he grew viler as well as more unhappy.

He lived on, miserable and misunderstood, as before, and increasingly lonely. One cannot write those words too often: Maurice's loneliness: it increased.

He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no 'good' to anyone, but it was a passing reminder, a breath from the divine lips of beauty, a nightingale between two worlds of dust. Less explicit than the call to Krishna, it voiced our loneliness nevertheless, our isolation, our need for the Friend who never comes yet is not entirely disproved.

He longed for smut, but heard little and contributed less, and his chief indecencies were solitary.

Yes: the heart of his agony would be loneliness. He took time to realize this, being slow. The incestuous jealousy, the mortification, the rage at his past obtuseness—these might pass, and having done much harm they did pass. Memories of Clive might pass. But the loneliness remained. He would wake and gasp "I've no one!" or "Oh Christ, what a world!

Silence and loneliness cannot last for ever. It may be a hundred or a thousand years, but the sea lasts longer, and she shall come out of it and sing.

Both times it was loneliness, and the night, and panic afterwards.