Quotes About Loneliness

I thought of myself as missing.

Pero el campo, debo decirlo en seguida, yo nunca he podido apreciarlo, siempre me ha parecido triste, con sus lodazales interminables, sus casas donde la gente nunca está y sus caminos que no van a ninguna parte. Pero, si se le añade la guerra, además, ya es que no hay quien lo soporte.

Things are really fucked up right now. We hardly see each other anymore and when we do, we go to sleep on opposite sides of the bed

When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without the great burden of isolation, which is what feeling ugly felt like.

Living in a country where I didn't speak the language suited me just fine. Everything was an adventure, including buying milk at the corner store. I developed the art of getting lost... It was a safe kind of chaos, and at some point that I was cultivating my 'aloneness' in this strange place as a method for putting off loneliness.

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.

He was so lonely that he laughed at himself.

I went on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen and has a fancy.

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own

Una notte di giugno caddi come una lucciola sotto un pino solitario in una campagna di olivi saraceni affacciata agli orli di un altopiano d'argille azzurre sul mare africano.                                                                   

Nulla turba e sconcerta piú di due occhi vani che dimostrino di non vederci, o di non vedere ciò che noi vediamo. Perché guardi cosí? E nessuno pensa che tutti dovremmo guardare sempre cosí, ciascuno con gli occhi pieni dell'orrore della propria solitudine senza scampo).

Thanks to a confluence of demographics and technology, we've pivoted further away from nature than any generation before us. At the same time, we're increasingly burdened by chronic ailments made worse by time spent indoors, from myopia and vitamin D deficiency to obesity, depression, loneliness and anxiety.

He felt locked into Lane's version of him. Disposable. Occupying a space, a slot in the world, for no good reason. And therefore, in the end—after years of what he took to be closeness—not even worth a goodbye. He must be less than no one. Because no one, at least, contained possibility.

No valentines from the cats again.

Go the window: the street is empty. You may hear running footsteps, or a sigh. In a minute or two the whistles have moved away in the direction of the Tinmarket or the Margarethestrasse. Next day some minor prince is discovered in the gutter with his throat cut, and all you are left with is the impression of secret wars, lethal patience, an intelligent manouevring in the dark.

Even when we truly understand these matters, the journey of spiritual growth is still so lonely and difficult that we often become discouraged.

Aware of their intimate connectedness to God, they experience a surcease of loneliness. There is communion.

I had no children, I did not transmit to any creature the legacy of our misery.

Tu, minha Eugénia, é que não as descalçaste nunca; foste aí pela estrada da vida, manquejando da perna e do amor, triste como os enterros pobres, solitária, calada, laboriosa, até que vieste também para esta outra margem... O que eu não sei é se a tua existência era muito necessária ao século. Quem sabe? Talvez um comparsa de menos fizessse patear a tragédia humana.

They are very young. And on their earth, as they call it, they never communicate with other planets. They revolve about all alone in space. Oh, the thin beast said. Aren't they lonely?

But I love her. That's the funny part of it. I love them all, and they don't give a hoot about me. Maybe that's why I call when I'm not going to be home. Because I care. Nobody else does. You don't know how lucky you are to be loved.

I do hope I wasn't born in some dreadful mitochondrion which lives in some horrible isolated human host on a lonely planet like yours.

I felt so insufferably alone. I remembered Miss Myra Turnbull telling us once that this desperate need we have to belong to someone goes back to our earliest forebears, the lowest form of animal life, the amoeba, each individual particle of which has to be joined to other particles to make a whole. Then

But, like all human beings, she still had unfulfilled longings. She could still be as lonely and frightened as a child, and with as little reason.