Quotes About Loneliness

It pierced me as a beam pierces darkness, singing Come to me; all things will be forgiven if only you come to me. I am more alone than I have ever been.

We could not bear to live alone! We needed our little company! A wilderness of mortals surrounded us, groping, blind, preoccupied, and the brides and bridegrooms of death.

Ashlar: I have learned to live with a profound loneliness. I forget about it for years and years. Then it surfaces, the desire to be placed in context by somebody else. The desire to be known, understood, evaluated morally by a sophisticated mind. That was always the lure of the Talamasca, from the beginning, that I could go there and confide in my scholars, that we would talk late into the night.(...) Human beings very seldom survive without that kind of exchange, communication. Love.

Memory knows that we cannot endure its company.

Loneliness and solitude have imprinted her most strangely on my mind. I see her. I hear her voice.

How many times have you, the magician, reached out for the lonely soul? You have no right to call those between life and death.

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of

nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn't see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

Where was Goblin? I felt an aching loneliness for him. I felt the emptiness of the night air. He was waiting for me to hunt, waiting for the fresh blood. But I had no intention of hunting tonight, even though I was faintly hungry.

He was a boy dying here whom few would remember except for me.

I confided again that I wanted him, I wanted to share my loneliness. I wanted to share all that I could teach him and give!

My loneliness seemed as great as my age and it frightened me.

It struck me with full force that there had been moments in my long life when I would have found his message irresistible, so great had been my loneliness, so great had been my longing to be understood.

Ah, the loneliness, the unspeakable loneliness, how it presses on the heart.

An empty house has its own special silence. It is like a great held breath.

Liam really enjoyed a good movie. He found it restful to watch people's conversations without being expected to join in. But he always felt sort of lonesome if he didn't have someone next to him to nudge in the ribs at the good parts.

That was one of the worst things about losing your wife, I found: your wife is the very person you want to discuss it all with.

She walked to work every day feeling starkly, conspicuously alone. It seemed that everyone else on the street had someone to keep them company, someone to laugh with and confide in and nudge in the ribs. All those packs of young girls who'd already figured everything out.

I'm a roomful of broken hearts

Their growing up amounted, therefore, to a gradual dimming of the light at her bedroom door, as if they took some radiance with them as they moved away from her. She should have planned for it better, she sometimes thought. She should have made a few friends or joined a club. But she wasn't the type. It wouldn't have consoled her.

Of course it seemed strange without Peter, but at least she could stay out as long as she liked without worrying she was neglecting him.

And all at once I had no one to trade looks with.

Sad people are the only real ones. They can tell you the truth about things; they have always known that there is no one you can depend upon forever and no change in your life, however great, that can keep you from being in the end what you were in the beginning: lost and lonely

But still, you know how it is when you're missing a loved one. You try to turn every stranger into the person you were hoping for.