Quotes About Loneliness

In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.

But in the loneliest desert happens the second metamorphosis: here the spirit becomes a lion; he will seize his freedom and be master in his own wilderness.

Alas, I have begun my loneliest walk. But whoever is of my kind, cannot escape such an hour, the hour which says to him, 'Only now are you going your way to greatness. Peak and abyss, they are now joined together, for all things are baptized in a well of eternity, and lie beyond good and evil.

Injustice and filth they throw after the lonely one: but, my brother, if you would be a star, you must not shine less for them because of that. And beware of the good and the just! They like to crucify those who invent their own virtue for themselves—they hate the lonely one.

Loneliness is one thing, solitude another: you have learned that - now!

Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you.

Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.

But I am still far from them, and my sense does not speak to their sense. To men I am something between a fool and a corpse.

The frost of loneliness makes me shiver.

My loneliness is not By the presence or absence of people; On the contrary, I hate who steals my loneliness, Without, in exchange, offer me a real company

Lonely now and miserably self-distrustful, I took sides, not without resentment, against myself and for everything that hurt me and was hard to me.

Still am I the richest and most to be envied - I, the lonesomest one!

There are feelings which want to kill the lonely; and if they do not succeed, well, then they themselves must die. But are you capable of this—to be a murderer?

One person is always too many around me.

You lonely of today, you withdrawing ones, one day you shall be a people: from you that have chosen yourselves a chosen people shall grow and from them the overman.

Sa m?c lá»›n d?n, kh?n thay cho k? nào ôm gi? sa m?c.

Awake and listen, you that are lonely! From the future come winds with stealthy wings, and to subtle ears good tidings are proclaimed.

during the longest period of the human past nothing was more terrible than to feel that one stood by oneself. To be alone, to experience things by oneself, neither to obey nor to rule, to be an individual—that was not a pleasure but a punishment; one was sentenced "to individuality.

Thus months and years passed by for the lonely one; but his wisdom grew and caused him pain with its fullness.

There, in a place of peace in the lonely abandonment of a cold windswept cave; there, under the floor of the world, He Who is born without a mother in heaven, is born without a father on earth.

The celibate is bound to feel lonely in that atmosphere, but it is a different kind of loneliness that plagues the erotic. The former is tempted because, in the natural order, he is without a partner; the other is lonely even when he has his partner, for as St. Augustine reflected: "Our hearts were made for Thee, O Lord, and they cannot rest until they rest in Thee.

a love without satiety an ecstasy without an end, a surrender to the beloved— God—without ever falling back on egotistic loneliness. Marriage and celibacy are not contraries

The minute you become something they don't want to look at, they stop looking at you. It's that simple. You join the void. That much I'm sure of." Ford, G.M. (2012-07-17). Who In Hell Is Wanda Fuca? (A Leo Waterman Mystery) (Kindle Locations 2431-2432). AmazonEncore. Kindle Edition.

She felt the abyss of disenchantment.