Quotes About Loneliness

So many paths have led me astray . . . But now things are going to be different. I don't know what life is, but it is not loneliness.

Mersenne met with the other mathematicians, but he was saddened by their reluctance to talk to him or to each other.

I was very fond of Lagneau's phrase: "I have no comfort but in my absolute despair.

Alone: for the first time I understood the terrible significance of that word. Alone without a witness, without anyone to speak to, without refuge. The breath in my body, the blood in my veins, all this hurly-burly in my head existed for nobody.

But I miss you to the point of anguish.

Uno no puede responder con nada a la ausencia.

There's something inside me, something as hard as an iron bar, that crushes my will and stops every flicker of enthusiasm or desire. I strip my heart bare, and have a soul as black as any pitch. The thought that mine is not an isolated case offers me no consolation.

When she does not find love, she may find poetry.

I loved being loved: the bleakness of my future terrified me.

I would sometimes tell myself, fearfully but proudly, that I was mad: it's a very short step between utter loneliness and madness.

I feel that it is necessary and ordained that I should be alone, a stranger and an exile in relation to every human circle, without exception.

No hay esperanza para el vagabundo que está de pie en el magistrado. Si a través de sus balbuceos brota algo desgarrador que atraviesa el alma, no será escuchado ni por el magistrado, ni por los circunstantes. Es un grito mudo. Y los desgraciados entre ellos son casi siempre también sordos, los unos para los otros. Y cada desgraciado, bajo la presión de la indiferencia general, trata, mediante la mentira o la inconsciencia, de hacerse sordo a sí mismo.

and after saying good-by to him at the station, Babbitt returned to his office to realize that he faced a world which, without Paul, was meaningless.

In some respects, writing was his only form of human interaction.

But he saw now that he must remain alone, a Liberal, scorned by all the noisier prophets for refusing to be a willing cat for the busy monkeys of either side. But at worst, the Liberals, the Tolerant, might in the long run preserve some of the arts of civilization, no matter which brand of tyranny should finally dominate the world.

With the loneliness of one who has put away a possible love Carol saw that he was a stranger. She saw that he had never been anything but a frame on which she had hung shining garments.

He wandered to the window. In that blast of snow, the shaft of the Plymouth National Bank Building was aspiring as a cathedral; twenty gray stories, with unbroken vertical lines swooping up beyond his vision into the snowy fog. It had nobility, but it seemed cruel, as lone and contemptuous of friendly human efforts as a forgotten tower on the Siberian steppes. How indifferently it would watch him starve and freeze!

How many millions of American husbands had sat on the edges of how many millions of hotel beds, from San Francisco to Stockholm, sighing to the unsympathetic telephone, Oh, not in? ruffling through the telephone book, and again sighing, Oh, not in?-- looking for playmates for their handsome wives, while the wives listened blandly and never once cried, But I don't want any one else! Aren't we two enough?

Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand!-- There is no breeze upon the fern, No ripple on the lake, Upon her eyry nods the erne, The deer has sought the brake; The small birds will not sing aloud, The springing trout lies still, So darkly glooms yon thunder-cloud, That swathes, as with a purple shroud

Todos mienten, me dije, todos se esfuerzan, todos esconden algo, tal vez lo mismo: el miedo, la impotencia, la soledad, la muerte. En mayor o menor medida, todos han de convivir con eso. Yo también mentía: sonreía, aceptaba y besaba y no hablaba de mis frustraciones. A veces, me derrumbaba o vivía al borde del derrumbamiento. Todos lo hacían.

had been dragged under by a riptide of negative self-talk: I am not enough. I am rejected, no matter how hard I try and no matter what good I do. I am alone and not wanted. All fears that ending my marriage had stirred up and brought to the surface.

I feel like I've been on this massive long, lonely journey, and none of my friends could ever understand it, even Natalie. I think I kind of hated them for that.

I don't even feel so sure of that any more. I mean, if we were a couple, he'd be here, wouldn't he? He'd be here with me.

Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand