Quotes About Loneliness

Even a witch wants sympathy.

Like crying wolf, if you keep looking for sympathy as a justification for your actions, you will someday be left standing alone when you really need help.

To be without sympathy is to be alone in the world--without friends or country, home or kindred.

Your world is just as empty as your heart!

Sounds of four o'clock in the morning come to him through the window: the swish of a sprinkler on the lawn, broken cries of alarm from a parked car that can no longer bear its loneliness, the low weeping of a man in the next-door apartment, on the other side of the wall, the shriek of a nightbird nearby that can perhaps already see what is hidden from you and me.

all the things we think are important really aren't, and he had no time to think about the things that really are. His whole life was going by and he had never contemplated the big, simple truths: loneliness and longing, desire and death.

Ta je planina bila naš susjed iza zida - težak, zatvoren i bezglasan susjed, vremešna i melankoli?na planina s navikama starog neženje koji uvijek održava potpunu tišinu, tako pristojna planina, zimska, koja nikad ne pomi?e namještaj, ne prima goste, ne bu?i i ne smeta, no kroz naše zajedni?ke zidove uvijek su prodirali, kao lak i uporan miris plijesni, hladno?a, mrak, tišina i vlaga turobnoga susjeda.

Solo en casa un día de invierno al atardecer. Eran las cinco o las cinco y media, en la calle ya hacía frío y estaba oscuro, la lluvia azotada por el viento arañaba las contraventanas de hierro, mis padres se habían ido a tomar un té a casa de Mala y Stashek Rodnitzky, en

Forse perché la derisione è una forma di difesa per chi la usa, contro il pericolo della solitudine? Perché si deride in compagnia, mentre chi suscita il riso resta immancabilmente da solo?

But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

Teddy once told me that it's natural that we feel alone, and that's because our hearts are different from others and we don't even know how. When we're in love, as if by magic, our different hearts come together perfectly toward the same desire. Eventually, the differences return, and then comes heartache and mending, and, in between, much loneliness and fear. If love remains despite the pain of those differences, it must be guarded as rare...

Puedes imaginar lo que se siente cuando uno no quiere estar dentro ni fuera, cuando desea estar en ninguna parte y desaparecer?

Jane Eyre taught me that loneliness had more to do with being misunderstood than being alone.

But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day because it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness, the wonder, fear, and loneliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

it's natural that we feel alone, and that's because our hearts are different from others and we don't even know how. When we're in love, as if by magic, our different hearts come together perfectly toward the same desire. Eventually, the differences return, and then comes heartache and mending, and, in between, much loneliness and fear. If love remains despite the pain of those differences, it must be guarded as rare.

El ser humano puede sentirse solo a pesar del amor de muchos, porque para nadie es realmente el más querido.

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

I was growing sad, sad with restlessness and hunger. I felt that nothing would happen to me. I felt desperate with desire to be a woman, to plunge into living. Why was I enslaved by this need of being in love first? Where would my life begin? It seemed to me that a great current was passing all around me and that I was left out. I would have to find someone who felt as I did. But where? Where?

I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one. I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.

Will I really be able to accept my mental loneliness?

Now I have this big cheerless studio and I am the saddest man in the world. Everybody says: "What a wonderful place!" But for me it is hell. Hell de luxe, do you get me?