Quotes About Loneliness

When was it I realised that, on this truly dark & solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time. I've always lived with that knowledge rooted in my being.

I've no idea how many young women like this there are in the world, but I kind of wonder if those oddly vague people you see in department stores during the day, women who don't quite seem to be students or people who work on their own, might not be the same. I know very well that I used to be like that myself, that I used to walk around with the same utterly unfocused look in my eye.

Sentirse solo a pesar de tener un hogar al que regresar, a pesar de ser amado, puede que en eso consistía ser joven»

Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

Sentirse solo a pesar de tener un hogar al que regresar, a pesar de ser amado, puede que en eso consistía ser joven

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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.

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.

Day had turned to night, and night was passing in the same way all around the world. Now I felt really alone, at the bottom of a deep loneliness that no one could touch.

I guess even with the color ,their loneliness still shines through

On bad nights he would lose control altogether and break down, sobbing into his pillow. Yet he knew that if she returned to him both of them would suffer again.

Still, what was the point to love if it didn't make you feel like you could fly? You might as well live alone.

It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.

Now I lay down on this tree and felt a lonely sadness coming over me in waves. Slow tears ran from my eyes and trickled into my ears. I thought, 'I even cry in a humble, common way, with tears flowing into my ears.' But the humble, common tears had relieved me[...]

I know what it looks like when someone's pushing the whole world away and how much you can lose while you're doing it.

It was hard to imagine feeling more out of place than she did at that moment.

She thought about this. She had analyzed it in depth. When you live alone, travel alone, exist solely on the outskirts of other people's lives, you do have time to wonder why what you want most in life is out of reach. You also have the time to tell yourself that you don't want it at all, though whether you can ever be completely convinced is something else.

So is it worse," Zoe asked, eyes haunted, "when someone who is all alone dies, or when someone dies and leaves family and friends? I don't know.

Negative thinking never bit into me when I was working or in the company of friends, but after long hours alone I would be bombarded by doomy thoughts.

I always felt as if I were on an island. There were people around me, but they weren't really with me.

I think of the emptiness of outer space, and the men in their little pods going up there alone, wives and girlfriends left behind. I think of Abel and me lying on the grass, looking up at the stars, and how great that was, but, still, I was always waiting for him to turn his head. To look at me

We can choose to gather to our hearts the thorns of disappointment, failure, loneliness, and dismay due to our present situation, or we can gather the flowers of God's grace, unbounding love, abiding presence, and unmatched joy.

Inanimate objects were often so much nicer than people.

Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.