Quotes About Loneliness

I came at last to the ocean And found it wild and black, And I cried to the windless valleys, "Be kind and take me back!

Dreamily over the roofs The cold spring rain is falling; Out in the lonely tree A bird is calling, calling. Slowly over the earth The wings of night are falling; My heart like the bird in the tree Is calling, calling, calling.

I do think music teaches us the thing we most want to know: that we are not alone. On the other hand–remember I have reserved the right to be inconsistent–surely the only truth is that we are, in the end, alone.

And he left. I watched him walk out – he didn't say good-bye, he didn't even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.

We can't have a conversation." "I'm being quiet." "Yeah, but I'm sitting alone. This looks weird." "Then don't talk. I'll do a monologue. 'But soft, what light through yonder window breaks--

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

Every time I stepped into madness of the crowds, I longed for the wisdom of the loneliness.

Autumn is no time to lie alone

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

Readers and writers are united in their need for solitude, in their pursuit of substance in a time of ever-increasing evanescence: in their reach inward, via print, for a way out of loneliness.

I felt as I hadn't felt for ages. I had a foolish desire to burst into tears. for the first time I'd realized how all these people loathed me.

Nothing is quite as bad as being without privacy and lonely at the same time.

The worst time to feel alone is when you're in a crowd.

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

Meanwhile, the originator of a theory may have a very lonely time, especially if his colleagues find his views of nature unfamiliar, and difficult to appreciate.

It's very inconvenient because every time I finish, let's say, a chapter of a book, I think I'm going to ring Richard and then realize: Oh, Christ, I've buried him. I buried him last year.

I lived in England to learn English. When I went to England for the first time, it was like being on the Moon. I had no friends, I couldn't speak the language. I was very isolated.

No one smiled at me, or looked at me twice; shopping has become my time of reckoning; I will never be able to purchase the stardom I have lost.

There in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had no meaning.

People think being famous is so glamorous, but half the time you're in a strange hotel room living out of a suitcase.

The last time I saw him he was walking down lover's lane holding his own hand.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

I'm afraid that the United States is more isolated today than at any other time in my memory.

And then came a time when I could no longer say 'We,' and I found myself in a lonesome land where no one remembered that I had ever been young, or called me by my given name.