Quotes About Loneliness

only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...

my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...

does it seem strange in the loneliness of the present time, that I run to you?...

there's nothing more lovely than your lamplight, seen from a dark street...

across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...

Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. 'I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.

I hadn't been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

bereft. I leave this letter in hopes you'll discover it when you

War is personal, kid. You're surrounded by other soldiers, but you're fundamentally alone. Every combat soldier will tell you the same. You pull the trigger, and a man dies. You paint a tree with his brains or spill his guts out in the mud. The how of it don't signify, except in the nightmares, maybe, or what you see in the mirror first time you find the courage to look.

The corridor smelled of water in the bottoms of purple vases and the piano was banging just beyond this emptiness.

Sadder than a ticking clock, the moments without you

Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

the heart aches through nights—the broken places of neglect

you know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes

This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness

I don't know if there is any place on this earth that I belong.

War was never glorious, never grand—except in the pronouncements pols and other noncombatants made about it. It was, as he had experienced it, mostly dirty, disorderly, boring, lonely, and, for brief intervals, terrifying.

Er setzte sich auf ein fadenscheiniges Sofa.

No pertenecer a ninguna parte era como ser invisible.

Ya me llamarán. Si encuentran algo más, quiero decir. O quizá para tenerme al corriente, por favor. —Por supuesto. ¿Está aquí con algún amigo o amiga? ¿Algún familiar? ¿Alguien que la ayude y le haga compañía? —No —contestó Sloane—. Nadie.

La ausencia de sonido puede ser peor que cualquier grito

Era una de esas personas a las que te gustaría ayudar pero no puedes. Su empeño era encontrar a alguien que cuidara de ella, pero siempre encontraba a la persona equivocada. Sin excepción.

all the time thinking he'd had no idea before this night how easy it was in this world to be hated.