Quotes About Loneliness

she'd left, feeling the emptiness of the big theater

Werner looks up at the stone houses arrayed wall to wall, tall and aloof, their faces damp, their windows dark. No lamplight anywhere. No antennas. The rain falls so softly, almost soundlessly, but to Werner it roars.

Somewhere in the ruins above them, the cats are howling.

I'm surrounded by silence but at the same time I'm drowning in words and it hardly ever leaves me, that sense of disconnection.

But he was a man without a shadow -- or perhaps a shadow without a man.

the covers, I tried to persuade myself that everything would be all right. It was the beginning of the longest night of my life. I took off my outer clothes and lay down on the second bunk but I couldn't sleep. I was frightened that the fire would go out. I was

It's one of the paradoxes of being a writer that, physically, there's not a huge difference between the debut novelist and the international best-seller: they're each stuck in a room with a laptop, too many Jaffa Cakes and nobody to talk to. I once worked

Given that Alderney isn't exactly a whirl of social activity, I'm assuming you weren't invited.

I couldn't see myself as some twenty-first century Shirley Valentine, sitting on the rocks, a thousand miles from the nearest Waterstones.

The life went out of his eyes and it suddenly occurred to me that murderers are the loneliest people on the planet. It's the curse of Cain – the fugitive and the vagabond driven out from the face of the earth.

that moment, Fraser was utterly aware of the smallness of the room, the hopelessness of a life broken.

It occurred to him that Blakiston was an outcast. He was in exile from himself.

Blakiston was an outcast. He was in exile from himself

know I shouldn't say it in this day and age but I'm absolutely useless without a man. There isn't a moment I don't miss Charlie. I never get anything right. I can't work out the buttons on the TV remote control. Parking the car is a nightmare even though it's only a Toyota Prius and it isn't that big.

garden where they used to live. She can't trust anyone. Raymond Clunes has just ripped her off. Her beloved son has pissed off and gone to America. She's got so few friends that after she was killed it took two whole days for anyone to notice she was dead and even then it was only the cleaner. It struck me from the start that she must have been pretty bloody miserable. And that's why she was thinking of doing herself in …

It was probably because they sensed her unhappiness. Clarissa was all on her own. She had never married. She seemed to spend half her life in the church. He was always seeing her coming in and out. To be fair to her, she often stopped to have a chat with him but then of course she didn't really have anyone to talk to unless she was on her knees. She looked a bit like her brother, Sir Magnus

The worst time to feel alone is when you're in a crowd.

The loneliest Chinese man I ever met lived halfway up the Three Gorges, in Sichuan Province.

Craig has explored the darker recesses of 007's psyche. He has shown us the lonely man. And he has shown him falling truly in love.

Half a psychiatrist's patients see him because they are married - the other half because they're not.

It is very boring and lonely in Shirebrook. You know what we do after work? We go to the pub after work.

The more you stay in this kind of job, the more you realize that a public figure, a major public figure, is a lonely man.

At the beginning, there was no chance I'd get published so I thought I'd give it a go live. I had to perform in rock band places and working men's clubs, where you wouldn't expect to find poetry. I ploughed a lonely furrow.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.