Quotes About Loneliness

I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.

For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?

They made her feel lonelier, suddenly, than she had ever felt before. She went creeping into her room and undressed without lighting a candle, then lay curled in bed in a ferment of misery. What was the use of her being alive? Her heart was some desiccated thing: a prune, a fossil, a piece of clinker. Her mouth might as well be filled with ashes. It was all utterly hopeless and futile . . .

No-one speaks. No-one moves (…). We glide, softly, in silence, into our dark and separate hells

You wait 'til you're my age, and wake every morning to gaze on the vast tract of uncreased linen that is the other side of the divan. Try being gallant to that... We shan't even have children, don't forget, to look after us in our old age.

She was about to be married, and was frightened to death. And no-one would love her, ever again.

She looked again at Julia's handsome, fragile figure and thought, What is it about Julia? Why is she always so alone?

We glide, softly, in silence, into our dark and separate hells.

When she heard the splash and gurgle of tea being poured from the pot, followed by the rattle of china as he carried the cups to his bedroom, she longed so dismally for a cup of tea of her own that she nearly wept.

We have an original anxiety that stems from feeling we're missing something, that there's more to life, that we need to know where and how we connect with life. But to sit with our true selves causes another anxiety, a lonely, exposed anxiety. Then, if we flee this sitting with ourselves, we encounter the anxiety of, well, knowing that we're fleeing ourselves and truth. It's

My self-destructive inclination when anxious has been to distance myself from the world. I'm really very good at extracting myself from those around me and hiding out until I think I'm a more bearable person to be around.

It's a gorgeous oddity of our existence – our loneliness is not caused by being on our own. Indeed, loneliness is best cured with aloneness, which is to say, a meaningful connection to ourselves.

I AM WATCHING OVER YOU CONTINUALLY. No matter what you are experiencing or how alone you feel, trust that I am with you—well aware of your circumstances

But now that I'm not needed to take care of any of you, now that no one seems to notice if I do or I don't, I can't work out what to do with myself.

Many women with AD/HD have fears of loneliness or abandonment that turn into dependency. They may then push away feelings of anger or avoid setting healthy limits needed to get appropriate help and support. I've seen women with AD/HD stay in emotionally abusive relationships because they feel they can't be completely independent and take care of things on a daily level.

stayed. I feel like life happens to other people, and I drift in and out of their lives without ever making any kind of impact. I want to matter to someone.

The only people who spoke to her were Jimmy Vaughn, who was sweet when he wasn't wasted, though he was wasted all the time...

I smile. I smile all the time, but you're just not around to see it these days".

It was nice to be around people I knew cared for me, but at the same time, the more time I spent with all of them, the more alone I felt

It's a lonesome word, but there's no other way to say it. But, this farewell doesn't mean 'never again.' I really like you a lot. So, think of it as a pause until we meet again. -Asaka to Wataru

When someone who's starved of love is shown something that looks like sincere affection, is it any wonder that she jumps at it and clings to it?

The sounds were trapped in the tank with him. His fingers pawed at the wet plastic but could find no hold.

Stacy waited till she was certain he'd fallen asleep, then slipped free of his grasp, edging backward, leaving his hand lying open on the tent's floor, palm up, slightly cupped, like a beggar's. She imagined dropping a coin into it, late at night on some dark city street; she pictured herself hurrying off, never to see him again.

Developing new ideas requires questions and approaches that most people won't understand initially, which leaves many true innovators at risk of becoming lonely, misunderstood characters.