Quotes About Loneliness

Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.

A particular variety of loneliness, like peering deep into the darkness. It's only natural, when two separate universes touch.

Because the sky is high and lonely, and it makes me feel very alone, and that makes my heart dance, and then I feel stronger. But at the same time, there's this energy in the air; it's a time of waiting, before winter really sets in.

The only thing I'd understand right from the very beginning was that our love was supported by loneliness. That neither one of us could haul ourselves up out of the deadly numbness we felt when we lay together, so silent, in darkness so isolating it seemed to shine. This was the edge of night.

Después cuando al fin lo conocí, pensé que transmitía una sensación de aislamiento, no se por qué. Aunque su forma de ser y de hablar eran dulces, me pareció que estaba solo.

Just being myself made me terribly sad.

No matter how dreamlike a love I have found myself in, no matter how delightfully drunk I have been, in my heart I was always aware that my family consisted of only one other person. The space that cannot be filled, no matter how cheerfully a child and an old person are living together—the deathly silence that, panting in a corner of the room, pushes its way in like a shudder. I felt it very early, although no one told me about it.

It was as if his tears had nowhere to go, they were meant for god alone.

Anche se sono stata allevata con amore, mi sono sempre sentita sola. Un giorno o l'altro tutti si perderanno nelle tenebre del tempo e scompariranno.

I was crying for having been left behind in the night, paralyzed by loneliness.

For one thing, I was breathing more easily than I had been even yesterday. I was sick to death at the prospect of more suffocatingly lonely nights. The idea that they would be repeated, that was just how life was, made me shudder with horror. Still, having tasted for myself that moment when I suddenly could breathe easy again made my heart beat faster.

Me habían criado con amor, pero siempre me había sentido sola.

I had hear people say that things like this happen between people in love, but I myself didn't know that such emptiness really existed.

I had heard people say that things like this happen between people in love, but I myself didn't know that such emptiness really existed.

Her power was the brilliance of her charm and it had brought her to where she was now. I had the feeling that neither her wife nor her son could diminish it. That quality must have condemned her to an ice-cold loneliness.

I felt like I'd discovered the source of his peculiarly translucent darkness, the air of loneliness and heaviness that hung around him wherever he went.

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.

Suddenly, to see that the world was so large, the cosmos so black. The unbounded fascination of it, the unbounded loneliness... For the first time, these days, I was touching it with these hands, these eyes. I've been looking at the world half-blind, I thought.

The space that cannot be filled, no matter how cheerfully a child and an old person are living together—the deathly silence that, panting in a corner of the room, pushes its way in like a shudder. I felt it very early, although no one told me about it.

I wan't ever truly lonely, but whenever I think abou you I get this feeling that I was least lonely when I was with you

Con tutta me stessa avrei voluto fermarmi: smettere di camminare, smettere di vivere. Il pensiero che ci sarebbe stato un domani, e poi un dopodomani, e poi una settimana, non mi era mai sembrato tanto insopportabile. Continuare a vivere nei giorni a venire con quella sensazione di sconforto totale mi ripugnava. Mi era ingrata anche la mia stessa figura che percorreva le strade come quelle di qualsiasi altro passante notturno senza rivelare lo scompiglio che aveva dentro.

Suddenly, to see that the world was so large, the cosmos so black. The unbounded fascination of it, the unbounded loneliness. . . For the first time, these days, I was touching it with these hands, these eyes. I've been looking at the world half-blind, I thought.

I saw myself reflected in the glass of the large terrace window while black gloom spread over the rain-hounded night panorama. I was tied by blood to no creature in this world. I could go anywhere, do anything. It was dizzying. Suddenly, to see that the world was so large, the cosmos so black. The unbounded fascination of it, the unbounded loneliness... for the first time these days, i was touching it with these hands, these eyes. I've been looking at the world half-blind, i thought.

En este camino escarpado, realmente oscuro y solitario, me daba cuenta de que la única salida era hacer algo brillante. Me habían criado con amor, pero siempre me había sentido sola