Quotes About Loneliness

This world is an awful/ugly place not to have a best friend.

I was so scared about being discovered, but nobody came. Nobody heard. In my own ears, though, my sobs sounded primal and scary, like something I would have turned off if I'd been able to.

I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

At every wedding someone stays home.

I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

But I'm kind of used to being invisible

Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.

I would have thought this would make me feel better, for once getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

So I narrowed my world, cutting put everyone who'd known me or tried to befriend me. It was the only thing I knew to do.

No one knew where I was, not a soul, and while I thought this was what I wanted, I realized, in the quiet of that room, that it was the scariest thing of all

I was used to being invisible. People rarely saw me, and if they did, they never looked close.

I was here, too. But all my life I felt like an observer than an active participant. It was safer there but could be lonely too, or so I was now realizing. Maybe there was a middle ground between living too hard and living at all. Maybe, here, I was finding it.

Yo sabía que tenía muchos defectos, e incluso más secretos. Pero no quería estar sola. Ni a las dos de la mañana, ni ahora.

The dead aren't the only ones who vanish: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you. I was still missing, in many ways. And I wasn't sure I wanted to be found.

The dead aren't the only ones who vanish: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you.

Truth: I was having trouble keeping up. Not just with this conversation, but the people actually having it. I'd spent so much time alone lately that I'd forgotten what it was like to be relaxed in another person's company. I liked it.

The dead aren't the only ones who vanished: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you.

It wasn't morning. The room was dark, with the moon big and yellow and hanging just where I'd left it in the corner of the window.

I was drowning in broad daylight and no one could tell.

He finished up then shed his clothes and climbed into bed. Turning onto his side, he closed his eyes. As always as he drifted toward sleep, there was a small, forgetful moment where he slid his hand over to touch Billie's back, instinctively seeking reassurance as he hovered on the brink. As always, he found nothing but cold sheets. A few minutes after that, he fell asleep.

What if she never made any friends and she spent her lunches hiding in the girls' bathroom trying not to turn into a bitten?

Smallness is subversive, because smallness can creep into smaller places and wreak transformation at the most vulnerable, cellular level. In a time when largeness is threatening to topple us, I wish to remember and praise the beauty of smallness, in order to banish the Goliath of loneliness.