Quotes About Loneliness

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape--the loneliness of it--the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it--the whole story doesn't show.

I think anything like that- which is contemplative, silent, shows a person alone- people always feel sad. Is it because we've lost the art of being alone?

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape-the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

If you are looking for a single proximate cause of the loneliness that is epidemic in our world, it is the dearth of households.

Our individual loneliness, our anxiety, our depression, our broken and disappointed families, our fractured communities, are not what they are because of some choice we could easily unmake or remake.

I turn it off. I try to relax. I take a deep breath. But I can't get that scene out of my mind where that poor kid who is sitting up late all by himself watching a horror movie suddenly has a group of blood-sucking axe-wielding freaks

James Dean was the damaged but beautiful soul of our time.

At the times in my life when I was feeling the most gregarious and looking for bosom friendships, I couldn't find any takers, so that exactly when I was alone was when I felt the most like not being alone... I became a loner in my own mind... I decided I'd rather be alone.

He sounded like he might just as well have been off in the emptiness of some awful cold black hole, out there in the timeless infinity far beyond the reach of warmth and earthly human feeling

Rowan is leaving him. She's been leaving him for months.

Sometimes you couldn't face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.

How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up? Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.

Sometimes he felt like the only one on earth. He was different. He always was. His attempts at living in the regular world seemed stupid and false.

In this present body he hadn't been loved, and he found almost nothing to love about himself.

Nobody bothered with him. His failures were private and invisible

Elle errait le coeur brisé, sans savoir qui le lui avait brisé. Elle avait dû se le briser toute seule, conclut-elle.

Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It's by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes you a little smaller. Every day you put off your life makes you less capable of living it.

I was abandoned when it was right in everybody's face, so I still believe that nobody cares.

I felt invisible. Nobody had said anything to me since that comment about the celebratory salad. I wished desperately that Mimi were alive. If she were, she'd have been sitting right next to me and she would have known how I was feeling. She'd have shared in Janine's triumph, but then she would have said to me, "Tell me, my Claudia, how was your club meeting today? Did you get any baby-sitting jobs?" Mimi always knew the right thing to say.

I wished Charlotte had asked for me. It made me feel like I wasn't a good sitter or something, even though I knew that wasn't really true.

Jenny didn't know how to share. She wouldn't cooperate with the other children. She said she wanted to play by herself, but when the other kids left her alone, she complained bitterly. "Nobody likes me," she wailed. She was sitting at a picnic table making a get-well card. She lowered her head onto her arm, the picture of despair.

Sometimes when my friends leave after a club meeting, I feel a little let down. Suddenly my room is quiet again and it's funny, but that's when I miss Stacey the most. Knowing that my only best friend is all the way in New York City makes me feel bad, but just for a few moments. Then I remember that Mimi is home and I can run downstairs and help her fix dinner.

Other days I want to crawl into a shell like a teenage, mutant, injured turtle.