Quotes About Loneliness

Hill House itself, not sane, stood against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, its walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

You keep thinking of the little children," Eleanor said to Theodora, "but I can't forget that lonely little companion

Well, Eleanor thought, staring after the taxi, there's one person, anyway, who will be praying for me. One person anyway.

En el interior, las paredes seguían erguidas, los ladrillos se reunían ordenadamente, los pisos eran firmes y las puertas estaban cerradas sensiblemente; el silencio yacía firmemente contra la madera y la piedra de Hill House y todo lo que caminaba allí, caminaba solo.

It was not pleasant sitting on the porch after Tony had gone; a spot where two people have been talking, however briefly, is not after that a spot for one person to sit alone.

and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Eleanor waved back, sitting in joyful loneliness to finish her coffee while the gay stream tumbled along below her.

Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone

Why do women always look so funny alone at night? she thought. I guess you're so used to seeing them with some one.

Fancy was a liar. She had been with Aunt Fanny and dared not admit to running away. She had not been frightened, but she enjoyed teasing people weaker than herself. Not a servant, or an animal, or any child in the village near the house, would willingly go near her.

Within, walls continued upright, bricks met nearly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone

Everything is thrown into relief, lit in a Hopperesque late-afternoon glow, the one-sided illumination both revealing and casting a long shadow.

I have neither friends nor relatives, thank goodness. I'm as lonely as a stone.

Goose-fat hates extra company.

It makes my heart ache to see people living such fine lives when I have to sit here like a widow in black, waiting to hear from my fine breadwinner

Who was he talking to? Me? No one ever said "please" to me. I looked around. There was no one else in the room. Old Luria growled again in a deep voice: "Please come and have a look at the Rambam.

When you were still here, Isobe thought, death seemed so far removed from me. It was as though you stood with both arms outstretched, keeping death from me. But now that you're gone, suddenly it seems right here in front of me.

There was no one to see her off, no one for her to care about, no one who cared about her. That's not true, Tracy told herself.

Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.

Smoking is indispensable if one has nothing to kiss

How good is his memory? If very good, as dogs' memories are said to be, what grief being locked up alone might bring him. And - heart-shredding thought - is it still for you that he waits by the door?)

To draw me out, the therapist asks what I did for the holidays. When I tell him he says gently (he says everything gently), Sounds like that's one of the ways your loss has affected you: not wanting to be with other people. Hating to be with other people, I don't say. Terrified of being with other people.

All those wasted and squandered years when I did nothing but go around looking inside myself until I ended up alone even though I was surrounded by people. But I paid attention only to what was happenstance about them - not their true selves.