Quotes About Loneliness

You are very wise, Tanis Half-Elven. But this time you are wrong," she said to herself as she stood alone on her porch. "Lady Crysania isn't mad. She's in love.

Haplo: 'single, alone.' That is your name and your destiny," said his father, his finger rough and hard on Haplo's chest. "Your mother and I have defeated the odds thrown for us already. Every Gate we pass from now on is a wink at fate. But the time will come when the Labyrinth will claim us, as it claims all except the lucky and the strong. And the lucky and the strong are generally the lonely. Repeat your name.

You cannot believe the loneliness', he said at last, so softly that Orla was forced to move closer to him to hear. 'The mensch are so very, very lonely. The only means they have of communicating are physical. They must rely on words or a look or a gesture to describe what they feel, and their languages are so limited. Most of the time, they are unable to express what they truly mean, and so they live their lives and die without ever knowing the truth, about themselves or others.

The story of my life doesn't exist. Does not exist. There's never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it's not true, there was no one.

You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.

Yes, the heat lacerated the heart. And alone she resisted it, entire, virgin, the envy of the sea.

No le conozco a usted. Nadie puede conocerle, ponerse en su lugar, usted no tiene lugar, no sabe dónde encontrar un lugar. Por ello le quiero y usted está perdido.

It's as if they were happy, and as if it came from outside themselves. And I have nothing like that.

Ng??i ta không tìm th?y ná»—i cô Ä'Æ¡n, ng??i ta t?o ra nó. Ná»—i cô Ä'Æ¡n, nó tá»± sinh ra.

You wouldn't have known her, you'd have seen her everywhere at once, in a hotel, in a street, in a train, in a bar, in a book, in a film, in yourself, your inmost self, when your sex grew erect in the night, seeking somewhere to put itself, somewhere to shed its load of tears.

NgÆ°Æ¡Ì€i ta không tiÌ€m th?y n?i cô Ä'Æ¡n, ngÆ°Æ¡Ì€i ta taÌ£o ra nó. N?i cô Ä'Æ¡n, nó tÆ°Ì£ sinh ra.

NgÆ°Æ¡Ì€i ta cô Ä'Æ¡n Ä'?n tâÌ£n trong n?i cô Ä'Æ¡n c?a chính miÌ€nh. Luôn không th? t??ng tÆ°Æ¡Ì£ng Ä'Æ°Æ¡Ì£c. Luôn nguy hi?m. Vâng. Cái giá ph?i tr? viÌ€ Ä'ã dám Ä'i ra ngoaÌ€i vaÌ€ kêu lên.

All around her are wildernesses, wastes.

Ng??i ta cô Ä'Æ¡n ??n t?n trong ná»—i cô Ä'Æ¡n c?a chính mình. Luôn không th? t??ng t??ng ???c. Luôn nguy hi?m. Vâng. Cái giá ph?i tr? vì Ä'ã dám Ä'i ra ngoài và kêu lên.

You go on talking, all alone in the world, just as you wish. You say love has always struck you as out of place, you've never understood, you've always avoided loving, always wanted to be free not to. You say you're lost. You that you don't know what you're lost to. Or in.

You go on talking, all alone in the world, just as you wish. You say love has always struck you as out of place, you've never understood, you've always avoided loving, always wanted to be free not to. You say you're lost. But that you don't know what you're lost to. Or in.

She asks if she's managing to make your body less lonely. You say you can't really understand the word as applied to you. That you can't distinguish between thinking you're lonely and actually becoming lonely.

Ná»—i cô Ä'Æ¡n c?a v?n chÆ°Æ¡ng là ná»—i cô Ä'Æ¡n mà n?u không có nó s? không có tác ph?m, ho?c tác ph?m s? ph?i nh? t?ng gi?t máu ?? tìm xem ph?i vi?t thêm gì. M?t máu, nó không còn ???c tác gi? công nh?n n?a.

And what if the Vice-Consul of Lahore were no more than one man among the many looking for a woman with whom he hoped to find oblivion?

Loneliness does not arise so much from something lost as from a longing for something well remembered. Isolation cares nothing for memory.

The ability to talk to other people seemed to be leaking out of me like air out of an old balloon.

There was no point trying to escape her loneliness through a new interest.

Life was getting dark around the edges. It was like he was moving through a tunnel that was becoming narrower and blacker and more choked and airless, and soon there would be nothing left for him to breathe and no room for him to move.

Then dreams burst like bubbles in the wind. But change takes time.When people fall in love and lose the overwhelming desire for it to last a lifetime,they think something is wrong with them.Only now,when every other marriage ends in divorce,have people begun to understand that falling in love seldom grows into love,and that not even love can free a person from loneliness.And that sexual enjoyment does not make life meaningful.