Quotes About Loneliness

It's a revelation. Her mother is a human being who feels pain, sadness, loneliness, confusion.

Someone would come and see her. Someone always came. There was always a knock at the door. Everyone had a right to come to her; that was what she was for, that was her function, her reason for being. There was never an hour that belonged to her.

I don't know. I'm scared that out there, someday I'll look around and realize forty years have passed and no one can see me. That I'm gone.

I'm scared that out there, someday I'll look around and realize forty years have passed and no one can see me. That I'm gone.

I couldn't be here anymore. I couldn't be in me. But I couldn't be anywhere else, either. I had nowhere else to go.

She was feeling more vulnerable and alone than she had felt in years. And incredibly frightened. For all her fiercely held independence, she still desperately craved solace. A secret desire to be held, protected. Loved? No, that was going to far. Love was a manipulation. A lie. Lust was more honest. Lust only messed with your body not your mind.

A single girl who needs nobody makes people uncomfortable, my mom is right in this, appearance is everything, and appearing to have no one is like swimming alone in the middle of the ocean with a flesh wound.

A single girl who needs nobody makes people uncomfortable, and my mom is right in this, appearance is everything, and appearing to have no one is like swimming alone in the middle of the ocean with a flesh wound.

To be on a pedestal is to be in a corner.

But wasn't that part of a whore's job? Being the sort of ear that lonely men could turn to? I wondered who lonely women paid to listen. As with so much, it seemed as if the world had a solution for the one but not the other.

The harpy smiles. A harpy's smile is an ugly thing, even seen edge-on. The harpy says, You do not have the power to make me not alone, Desiree.

I wondered who lonely women paid to listen. As with so much, it seemed as if the world had a solution for the one but not the other.

She is covered in sand, only on her right side. There are no clouds. She is alone. Seonag is used to being alone, even when she is surrounded by people.

We went to our separate corners to muse, and mope, and stare thoughtfully out the viewports.

She expected some word from the splinters that threaded her soul. Fasaltsen or the wolf. But they were voiceless.

A huge, lonely melancholy welled up inside me as the sheer enormousness of what I was contemplating. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, exactly, so I let it inside.

When Rien brought Perceval into Dust's embrace, she was cold.

I felt even more hollow than I had.

You manage to disentangle yourself, but then you're out in the hard, cold universe, and suddenly everybody is disagreeing with you-and you have no idea how to manage disagreement and how awful it makes you feel, having never experienced it at all.

Following a voice that sings only for his ears, the wolf steps from the cold emptiness of a dead world into the bustling street of one that is merely dying fast.

It's not the solar system they'll claim, but eventually the universe. It might be lonely. It will be strange. Do you really want to be one of them?

There are times when you just can't stand to be loved.

Detective Crown Investigator Abigail Irene Garrett had no one to turn to for comfort on a dismal night in April. When the chill slipped like an unwelcome guest between sheet and featherbed and her faded blue eyes came open, Garrett's hand crept automatically to the pistol under her pillow. Her half-awakened intellect checked her wards and guards. Intact. Despite the muffled impact of her heart against her ribcage, she was as alone as she should have been.

Sebastien wondered if David knew he hadn't touched another of his kind since they parted company, more than a century ago.