Quotes About Loneliness

bleak stretch between January and March when old folks lose the will to live.

It seems the loneliest place in the world for something so lovely.

Don't forget that the ocean is full of everything except mercy.

Blind Willie Johnson. 'Dark Was the Night.

The manic pursuit of success cost me everything I could love: my wife, my three children, some friends I would have liked to grow old with.

Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.

An empty house is like a stray dog or a body from which life has departed.

Wretched un-idea'd girls.

having not for some days been in the streets; but now how few people I see, and those looking like people that had taken leave of the world.

but now how few people I see, and those looking like people that had taken leave of the world.

So howled out for the world to give him a name. The indark answered with wind.

What does it … feel like, to have lost an entire world?' 'Lonely.' Rat raised his many-ringed hand to rub at his neck under his broad jaw. 'But the loneliness comes from the question.

Novels were primarily about relationships. … Their popularity lay in that they belied the loneliness of the people who read them, people essentially hypnotized by the machinations of their own consciousness.

mean, you don't go around thinking about yourself by your own name, do you? Nobody does—unless somebody calls to you by it, or asks you what it is. I haven't been around people who know me for…for a while now.

The General Public is a statistical fiction created by a few exceptional men to make the loneliness of being exceptional a little easier to bear.

We were putting into these gomers our fear of death, but who knew if they feared death? Perhaps they welcomed death like a dear long-lost cousin, grown old but still known, coming to visit, relieving the loneliness, the failing of the senses, the fury of the half-blind looking into the mirror and not recognizing who is looking back, a dear friend, a dear reliever, a healer who would be with them for an eternity, the same eternity as the long ago, before birth.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding place(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,Drops his blue-fringèd lids, and holds them close,And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,Cries out, "Where is it?"

I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,And cried, A sail! a sail!

Alone, alone, all, all alone;Alone on a wide, wide sea.

O Wedding Guest! This soul hath beenAlone on a wide wide sea:So lonely 'twas, that God himselfScarce seemèd there to be.

Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you. Ogden Nash (1902–71), American poet I

We must pass through acute loneliness to learn that we are not alone.

It was Saturday night at the Tune-In Cafe and the only person inside its dingy walls who wasn't drunk was seriously starting to wish that she were.