Quotes About Loneliness

The difference between this scene and the ones in the French paintings, Alice thought, was that the paintings all showed people interacting—picnickers and boating parties. But here everybody was separate. Even her father, a few yards away from her, was swimming now toward shore. A passerby would never guess the Garretts even knew each other. They looked so scattered, and so lonesome.

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.

Then he returned to his room and switched on the evening news. The world was doing poorly;

I'm a roomful of broken hearts, he tells her.

passerby would never guess the Garretts even knew each other. They looked so scattered, and so lonesome.

It suddenly struck me that Dawsey is a lonesome person. I think it may be that he has always been lonely, but he didn't mind before, and now he minds.

And she's certainly a good cook." Miss Betts sighed. "The epitaph of the spinster.

Deryn put her own arms around herself, but it didn't feel the same. Barking spiders, she muttered softly

I wonder why they never come back," Shay said. "Just to visit." Tally swallowed. "Because we're so ugly, Skinny, that's why.

?nsanlar birbirleriyle konu?may? b?rakt?.

Modern society has perfected the art of making people not feel necessary.

Numerous cross-cultural studies have shown that modern society—despite its nearly miraculous advances in medicine, science, and technology—is afflicted with some of the highest rates of depression, schizophrenia, poor health, anxiety, and chronic loneliness in human history.

And as society modernized, people found themselves able to live independently from any communal group. A person living in a modern city or a suburb can, for the first time in history, go through an entire day—or an entire life—mostly encountering complete strangers. They can be surrounded by others and yet feel deeply, dangerously alone.

Everyone is lonely. Connect.

Humans are lonely, and they want to be seen and known.

The winter light, tinted by the bright colors in the street, plays on the go-board. All these festivities cut me off from the rest of the world. My loneliness is like a bolt of crimson silk stowed in the bottom of a wooden chest.

Sleeping is much safer than the nightmare I'm living. When I sleep I feel nothing and I do nothing and I see nothing and nothing matters and no one cares. There's no one to hurt or disappoint or notice when I'm low and I don't need to face anyone not anyone in the world or not even myself.

His was a lonely, unorthodox conviction that war was man's ultimate failure.

With attachment all that seems to exist is just me & that object I desire.

Loving-kindness challenges those states that tend to arise when we think of ourselves as isolated from everyone else—fear, a sense of deficiency, alienation, loneliness.

I had wanted my pain to disappear. I didn't want to feel the constriction of fear in my throat, the sadness of a child all alone in the world. But the transformation I was seeking wasn't to be found in what happened to the pain; it would be found in what happened within me in relationship to it.

He wanted to die, too, and I didn't even really know him. I don't think anybody did. How are you supposed to know someone who stares at his hands all day, and cracks his head open on a concrete wall?

Lying awake in the dark that night,unable to sleep, he thought he would have given anything to feel the heavy thud on the bed that used to announce the old dog's arrival. How extremely unloving and intolerant he had felt so often , waking in the middle of the night to the relentless shoving and pushing of his undesirable and selfish bedfellow.

I was learning the truth: though I felt lonely and scared, I was the well-loved girl of God. And though these feelings of loneliness were familiar, I was coming into an understanding: just because a place has become familiar doesn't mean its where you belong.