Quotes About Loneliness

So this blessing of loneliness was not really loneliness. Real loneliness was something unendurable. What one wanted when exhausted by the noise and impact of physical bodies was not no people but disembodied people; all those denizens of beloved books who could be taken to one's heart and put away again, in silence, and with no hurt feelings.

One would know the first cold breath of old age, she thought, when one found oneself in a world where there was no one left to whom one was a child.

You never realise what loneliness is until it creeps up on you - like a disease, it is, something that happens to you gradually.

As I sat alone on another summer night, I realized something had to change. I had to get out there and make new friends who didn't cling to each other so much that they didn't let anyone else in. I needed someone new in my life. Anyone new and willing to be a friend for awhile or a long while.

I am smiling in pictures without you..It might be a smile that does not reach my eyes just yet, but it's a smile and that is enough for now.

I don't know much about only children. I was the middle one of three, and if ever I was alone with mum and dad, it was a rare moment.

Wandering down the street in an aimless sort of way, cold too, in a dress from last night that made young men stop and stare in the street, Charity Hill found herself hating the single life for the very first time.

Charity knew that she had to be up early in the morning. And she knew that a weepy, silly, ridiculously old-fashioned love story was not the thing to watch with a broken heart. Nevertheless, she watched. And wept. And was still smiling when she fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, with the remote in her hand and the telly still going.

La notte era il momento peggiore. Si coricava, tentava di leggere un po', poi si rendeva conto che nulla di quanto leggeva le restava in testa; allora prendeva un sonnifero, spegneva la luce, cercava di riprodurre nella mente una musica che le piaceva, che la rassicurava. Ma la musica veniva subito spazzata via da una ridda feroce di ricordi e sensazioni, momenti passati con lui che si congelavano in scene salienti, come un fermo immagine di un film.

Poetry first introduced me to the concept that pain could, perhaps, be viewed as 'the pain' and not 'my pain.' That sorrow and loneliness and abandonment were the human condition, not my sole possession

Perhaps, in a world too full of people, she was the one too many.

He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.

How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope?

But often the storm raged, sleet or wind or heavy snow, and Jonas did not come for several weeks at a time. The coldest winter in years, men said, the coldest in the time of man.

Single people eat sadly--they cobble together things left from shopping trips based on dreams of all the meals they'd fix for themselves, all the ways they'd treat themselves to something grand; those dreams, for me, died by the next day and, despite my best hopes, I wanted only canned hash and apples.

It was the beginning of the future, and I had the thought at that moment there was no one in the world who would ever understand my version of things.

and there you go - i was alone, without love, for eight years. and it took me about twenty minutes - over a cappuchino and an egg salad sandwich - to fall in love with him.

The Beast smiled slowly at first, it spread across his face until it took over. And it wasn't the scary smile he had first flashed at Belle. It was a warm smile it was a genuine smile. It was the smile of a beast who no longer felt alone. It was the smile of a man who finally felt hope.

There had never been anyone at all to whom she came first.

Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?

I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm not real.

I think you're the saddest person I've ever met. It's like you're drowning in it.

I'm always the one who doesn't have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, "So, is your friend, you know, with someone?" and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.

I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm not real. I feel like I died when everyone else on the plane did and I'm the only one who's noticed.