Quotes About Loneliness

There is nothing sadder than a drunk in the rain wishing you well.

In space no one can hear you scream.

Continent isolated.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,A long ways from home,A long ways from home.

Mademoiselle from Armenteers, Hasn't been kissed in forty years, Hinky dinky, parley-voo.

Only Robinson Crusoe had everything done by Friday.

She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her.

I wish I were a white crayon, that way no one could use me.

He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.

I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.

He who dies with no friends cannot make friends after death.

Mony a one for him maks mane,But nane sall ken where he is gane:O'er his white banes, when they are bare,The wind sall blaw for evermair.

Oh, bury me out on the prairie,Where the coyotes may howl o'er my grave.

Oh bury me not on the lone prairieWhere the wild coyotes will howl o'er me.

somos búzios que nenhum eco habita

Como quando se tosse nas garagens à noite, pensei, e se sente o peso insuportável da própria solidão, nas orelhas, sob a forma de estampidos reboantes, (...).

Mentre io piango come piangono i pini dentro la brocca di resina senza che nessuno se ne accorga [...]

Loneliness is not cured by human company. Loneliness is cured by contact with reality.

Loneliness is not cured by human company.loneliness is cured by contact with reality,by understanding that we don't need people.

But on most days, especially the warm ones, life exhausts him; the worsening traffic and graffiti and company politics, everyone grousing about bonuses, benefits, overtime. Sometimes in the slow heat of summer, long before dawn, Volkheimer paces in the harsh dazzle of the billboard light and feels his loneliness on him like a disease.

In the dormitory window one night, Frederick rest his forehead against the glass. "I hate them. I hate them for that.

The goddess tells the lonely sailor not to be afraid, that it is better to be brave in all things

When he last went out, almost twenty-four years ago, he tried to make eye contact, to present what might be considered a normal appearance.

How does a plague start inside a sealed disc that has had no contact with any other living thing for almost six and a half decades?