Quotes About Loneliness

I waved. No one waved back

Nu mai erau oameni pe strad?. Erau zvonuri care c?rau gen?i.

THE LAST HUMAN STRANGER, PAGE 38 There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it had been empty.

Everything was so desperately noisy in the dark when he was alone. Each time he moved, there was the sound of a crease. He felt like a man in a paper suit.

The thought of missing it was eased when she found a gap in the bodies and was able to see the mound of guilt, still intact. It was prodded and splashed, even spat on. It reminded her of an unpopular child, forlorn and bewildered, powerless to alter its fate. No one liked it. Head down. Hands in pockets. Forever. Amen.

There's my ma, fifty-years old, hightailing around town with some guy while I sit here, in the prime of my youth, completely and utterly alone. I shake my head. At myself.

People who work alone know the beauty of solitude. The perhaps greater beauty of loneliness

But you've got to do it in the end. You have to end up with somebody. Because otherwise you go mad, or you start worrying about going mad, which is even worse. You can't go on sleeping alone.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing.

Suicide is the night train, speeding your way to darkness.

Here's another joke: "She calls me up and says, 'Get over here. There's nobody home.' So I get over there, and guess what. There's nobody home.

Wichita. The roads here are flat and I can see for miles. Easy driving. Times like these, I wish you were sitting here beside me chatting, instead

It was chilling to wake up at forty years of age to find she had no friends, no interests and no investments in anything unconnected to her work.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.

One could not live forever, though, upon memories and dreams. One could not forever ignore the fact that one was alone and that perhaps one would be alone for the rest of one's life.

Aloneness is not always the same thing as loneliness.

This was it. This was what she had longed for throughout the lonely years of her girlhood. Suddenly she felt lonelier than she had ever felt. And so excited she could barely breathe, Tresham stepped up beside her, drew her arm through his again, set his free hand lightly over hers, and said not a word. She had never loved him more.

He thought the library door would never open again, but that he would be left to live out the rest of his life rooted to the spot on the library carpet, afraid to move a muscle lest the house fall upon his shoulders. He deliberately shrugged them and shuffled his feel just to prove to himself that it could be done.

In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue heaven, no movement upon the dull, grey earth—above all, there is absolute silence. Listen as one may, there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing but silence—complete and heart-subduing silence.

And yet it was one thing to laugh about it in London, and it is another to stand out here in the darkness of the moor and to hear such a cry as that.

which had cast him out. It needed but this to complete the grim suggestiveness

All at once I felt so vain, like a girl posturing for the crowds as she walks along, only to discover the street is empty.

Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.