Quotes About Loneliness

Ik weet dat de psychologie ons modellen kan geven. Daardoor kun je leren verbanden te begrijpen en patronen te zien. En dat helpt, zeker. Maar het meeste zullen we toch nooit kunnen begrijpen. Het leven is zo paradoxaal. Wat er met ons gebeurt en hoe we daarmee omgaan, het verdriet en de dood, de blijdschap en de liefde. Geen kennis in de wereld kan jouw eenzaamheid genezen of jou bevrijden van je grootste angst

More women cry, loudly or silently, every fraction of every moment, in every town of every country, than anyone - man or woman - realizes. We cry for our children, our lovers, our parents, and ourselves. We cry in shame because we feel no right to cry, and we cry in peace because we feel it's time we did cry. We cry in moans and we cry in great yelps. We cry for the world. Yet we think we cry alone.

My husband's disappeared. He got in from work, propped his briefcase against the wall and asked me if I'd bought any bread. It must have been around half past seven.

we could wake up to what we were — when we were ocean and before that to when sky was earth, and animal was energy, and rock was liquid and stars were space and space was not at all — nothing before we came to believe humans were so important before this awful loneliness

the fact that nobody liked me at school began to fade out of my mind like blue magic marker reminders scrawled on the back of a greasy fist." greasy fist." - Marilyn Manson

My grandfather had been the ugliest, darkest, foulest, most depraved figure of my childhood, more beast than human, and I had grown up to be him, locked in the basement with my secrets as the rest of the family reveled in the petty and ordinary upstairs. Down there, I saw my black, ancient, ineluctable core exposed, like a crab forced out of its shell--dirty, vulnerable, and obscene. For the first time in my life, I was truly alone.

It's far better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone — so far.

Any human face is a claim on you, because you can't help but understand the singularity of it, the courage and loneliness of it. But this is truest of the face of an infant. I consider that to be one kind of vision, as mystical as any.

What an embarrassment that was, being somewhere because there was nowhere else for you to be.

That's the strangest thing about this life, about being in the ministry. People change the subject when they see you coming. And then sometimes those very same people come into your study and tell you the most remarkable things. There's a lot under the surface of life, everyone knows that. A lot of malice and dread and guilt, and so much loneliness, where you wouldn't really expect to find it, either.

I can't love you as much as I love you. I can't feel as happy as I am....Were you as sad as you were sad? As lonely as you were lonely? I wasn't. Me neither. I would have died of it.

I am vehemently grateful that, by whatever means, I learned to assume that loneliness should be in part pleasure, sensitizing and clarifying, and that it is even a truer bond among people than any kind of proximity.

There's a lot under the surface of life, everyone knows that. A lot of malice and dread and guilt, and so much loneliness, where you wouldn't really expect to find it, either.

She had told herself more than once not to call it loneliness, since it wasn't any different from one year to the next, it was just how her body felt, like hungry or tired, except it was always there, always the same.

Her name had the likeness of a name. She had the likeness of a woman, with hands but no face at all, since she never let herself see it. She had the likeness of a life, because she was all alone in it. She lived in the likeness of a house, with walls and a roof and a door that kept nothing in and nothing out.

There's a lot under the surface of life, everyone knows that. A lot of malice and dread and guilt, and so much loneliness, where you wouldn't expect to find it, either.

Doll may have been the loneliest woman in the world, and she was the loneliest child, and there they were, the two of them together, keeping each other warm in the rain.

I don't know why solitude would be a balm for loneliness, but that is how it always was for me in those days

Anyone with one solid human bond is that smug, and it is the smugness as much as the comfort and safety that lonely people covet and admire.

Embarrassment, relentless, punitive scorn, can wear away at a soul until it recedes into wordless loneliness.

An intensely lonely man for whom life had not gone well - I believe this was your language.

An intensely lonely man for whom life has not gone well - I believe this was your language.

Fearfulness obscures the distinction between real threat on one hand and on the other the terrors that beset those who see threat everywhere. . . . Granting the perils of the world, it is potentially a very costly indulgence to fear indiscriminately, and to try to stimulate fear in others, just for the excitement of it, or because to do so channels anxiety or loneliness or prejudice or resentment into an emotion that can seem to those who indulge it like shrewdness or courage or patriotism.

Thank God for them all, of course, and for that strange interval, which was most of my life, when I read out of loneliness, and when bad company was much better than no company. You can love a bad book for its haplessness or pomposity or gall, if you have that starveling appetite for things human, which I devoutly hope you never will have. "The full soul loatheth an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.