Quotes About Loneliness

He said oh honey. how long have you known? Meaning, how long have you been alone, knowing?

Being lonely was a female sickness for which the cure was the tattoo freak & the tattoo freak was also the sickness.

It is the most horrific thought—my husband died among strangers.

I told you, Clara. I don't stay in one place long. And nobody comes with me. I don't marry none if them either. Erase me from your head because you're just not the one kid. Not just you're young which you are, but what I want is a voice. A say a woman talks to me, says things to me I don't know and am astonished to hear and I'll know her as soon as I hear her.

For there is the fear—a wise fear, I think: that if we speak just once to the dead, the dead will cleave to us in their desperate loneliness and never leave our sides.

From time to time somewhere in the house the lonely Siamese cat erupted in a high-pitched, piteous yowl, a cry of utter desolation and misery that chilled my blood, as if I had been torturing her, and was to blame for her suffering.

Nothing is more lonely than fucking 'good works.

her face was like a party that everyone had left.

Había estrellas fugaces. Las luces en Comala se apagaron. Entonces el cielo se adueñó de la noche.

Salió fuera y miró el cielo. Llovían estrellas. Lamentó aquello porque hubiera querido ver un cielo quieto. Oyó el canto de los gallos. Sintió la envoltura de la noche cubriendo la tierra. La tierra, "este valle de lágrimas".

Never trust anyone. You are always alone, and betrayal is inevitable.

After he died, people would always say to me, At least you have Wyn. She touches my arm. But I didn't. There wasn't much left of you. And what there was, you weren't willing to share with me.

Without you, I am an empty place where spiders crawl and nothing takes root.

Not that memories were enough—they didn't keep you warm on a cold winter's night. They couldn't hold you when you were frightened or sad. But they were better than nothing.

How many times had Rusty reminded Miri, You're my only child. You're my life. So when it comes to doing stupid things, don't. Because I couldn't stand it if I lost you. Do you understand? Now Miri thought she understood. There was a burden to being the only child.

The reward for attention is always healing. It may begin as the healing of a particular pain—the lost lover, the sickly child, the shattered dream. But what is healed, finally, is the pain that underlies all pain: the pain that we are all, as Rilke phrases it, "unutterably alone." More than anything else, attention is an act of connection.

What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.

I have discovered that most people have no one to talk to, no one, that is, who really wants to listen. When it does at last dawn on a man that you really want to hear about his business, the look that comes over his face is something to see.

And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like smoke upon the hills?

The driver of an automobile on a lonely road is a set of perceptions mounted in the forehead of a mechanical monster.

Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.

A batter'd, wreck'd old man,Thrown on this savage shore, far from home,Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows, twelve dreary months,Sore, stiff with many toils, sicken'd and nigh to death,I take my way along the island's edge,Venting a heavy heart.

As the world gathers momentum toward nihilation on all fronts --- we walk apart, each to his own lonely end . . . not hand in hand as lovers walk.

"Tell them that I came, and no one answered,That I kept my word," he said.