Quotes About Loneliness

Two hundred tons of ore is a great amount of ore. If, after a reasonable amount of time and effort you remain unhappily single, my suggestion is that you employ the services of a cat or a dog. Both cats and dogs are known hiding places of soul mates. They are also very, very good at getting strangers to talk to them in kind voices. Which, it should be noted, could be of some use to those who might otherwise be too shy to step forward and say, hello.

And then it hits me. I'm not anxious, I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems catastrophic—seeing the car just as it hits you. But then all of a sudden, that feeling is gone and I'm blank. So it's like a door quickly opened, just a crack, to show me what a mess I was inside.

People believe in god because they can't think to be alone.

I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems catastrophic

I could see jabs from his flashlight cutting into the woods on either side of me. He was back there, somewhere. The light beam was like a knife and I didn't want it on my back.

I lay back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. I hated myself. I thought, I am just a destructive force in the world. Look at all the bodies I leave behind me. *

I felt ignorant, self-deprived, incredibly isolated, deeply and profoundly lonely and missing people, absolutely starved for affection, physically weary from alcohol, very depressed about my physical appearance, my weak muscles. Hurt and angry and sad

He'd been single for so long, and the more I knew him, the more I saw the loneliness at his core. I felt like I brought him to life. He

For a second, I felt a bottomless sadness. So completely alone. Like one of my stuffed animals at home that I that I was too old for now, that sat on the shelf in my closet, mashed against the back wall.

She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.

He never felt lonliness except when he was happy.

Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest someone's work prove greater than their own - they have no inkling of the loneliness that comes when you reach the top. The loneliness for an equal - for a mind to respect and an achievement to admire.

She stood, in a room of crumbling plaster, pressed to the window-pane, looking up at the unattainable form of everything she loved. She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.

Although many pairs of lips spoke her name, none ever brought its reality to her.

Disdain is a natural condition of the mind in exile;

He had never been a believer in systems—his was an overweening faith that life lay in the contradictions, not in the formulae, in the doubting, not the certainties, the needs rather than the riches—and political parties seemed to him little more than artificial structures designed to save man from his loneliness.

I wanted to stop her; in the darkness and silence we occasionally managed to throw off our despair for a while by making each other forget.

Kris," Harey whispered even more softly than before. I felt rather than heard her coming noiselessly up to me, and I pretended I hadn't noticed. At that moment I wanted to be alone. I had to be alone. I still hadn't found strength inside myself. I'd reached no decision, no resolution. As I stared at the darkening sky, at the stars that were only a spectral shadow of terrestrial stars, I stood there motionless; in the emptiness that was gradually

I stood, or rather hung suspended, in a bed of air, all of one piece with my metal shell.

Ho guardato in alto, oltre le insegne illuminate e, obliqua su un grattacielo, c'era la luna. Le ho detto: Cosa ci fa una ragazza come te in un posto come questo?

La vita di un puntuale è un inferno di solitudini immeritate. (La vida del puntual es un infierno de soledades inmerecidas)

Lei vaga in una grande stanza con una porta in fondo, l'uscita dalla sua solitudine. Qualche volta vede la porta ma fa finta di niente, continua a vagare e lamentarsi a dire a se steso, starò sempre solo. Io invece vago in una stanza senza porte. Posso tutt'al più sognare una porta.

La vita di un puntuale è un inferno di solitudini immeritate

Oui, je suis Mademoiselle Lycanthrope. Volete camminare con me signore, per le vie della Parigi notturna? E' una notte di luna quasi piena e noi quasi ci ameremo. Nessun urlo o ululato o macchia di sangue per strada. Solo una vaga malinconia. La luna, la luna, è una severa maestra. Anche stasera non uccidiamo. Balliamo. Domani forse, qualcuno ci ucciderà.