Quotes About Loneliness

In New York it's not three or four A.M. that's the quiet time—there are too many bar stragglers, calling out to each other as they collapse into taxis, yelping into their cell phones as they frantically smoke that one last cigarette before bed. Five A.M., that's the best time, when the clicking of your heels on the sidewalk sounds illicit. All the people have been put away in their boxes, and you have the whole place to yourself.

it's been years since I even really liked someone. So how likely is it I'll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry? I'm tired of not knowing who I'll be with, or if I'll be with anyone.

So how likely is it I'll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry? I'm tired of not knowing who I'll be with, or if I'll be with anyone.

Cómo te mantienes a salvo cuando tu día entero es tan inmenso y vacío como el cielo?

I walk a loop around the neighborhood, waiting for Nick to appear, to guide me back to our house. The rain spackles me gently, dampening me. I really believe Nick will come after me. I turn toward the house and see only a closed door.

I've actually felt sad for myself, picturing my slim, naked, pale body, floating just beneath the current, a colony of snails attached to one bare leg, my hair trailing like seaweed until I reach the ocean and drift down down down to the bottom, my waterlogged flesh peeling off in soft streaks, me slowly disappearing into the current like a watercolor until just the bones are left.

That's what he learned from his life so far: always aim smaller. He was born to be lonely, that's what he knew for certain

It was miserable, wet-bone March and I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine. Indulgent afternoon daydreaming: A shotgun, my mouth, a bang and my head jerking once, twice, blood on the wall. Splatter, splatter.

Ser hija única conlleva una responsabilidad injusta; te educas en la certeza de que en realidad no tienes permitido causar desengaños, ni siquiera tienes permitido morir. No tienes sustitutas que puedan reemplazarte gateando por la casa; eres todo lo que hay. Eso te conduce a desesperarte por ser perfecta y también te vuelve ebria de poder. Así se crean los déspotas.

There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child—you grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even

One snowy April night, I felt so lonely. I was drinking warm amaretto with Bleecker and reading, lying on the floor as the snow came down, listening to old scratchy albums, like Nick and I used to

Carl just needed to hear the clink of glasses, the glug of a drink being poured. I picked up the phone, shaking a tumbler of ice near the receiver so Carl could imagine his gin.

I worry I am coming perilously close to violating both of those promises. But still. It is our third wedding anniversary and I am alone in our apartment, my face all mask-tight from tears because, well, because: Just this afternoon, I get a voice mail from Nick, and I already know it's going to be bad, I know

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.

They'd learn from Mom to be particularly cruel to the ugly girls, the poor girls, girls who just wanted to be left alone. Too much to ask.

I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

I didn't need to hide from someone courting oblivion as ardently as I was.

More than anything else, I wanted not to be alone — yet all my actions guaranteed I'd be lonely. Like wearing a vest of explosives when you're coming in for a hug, insatiable need is a form of sabotage.

Nobody who wasn't down there

El astronauta desde la luna dijo: -Todo va OK lo que apenas se puede aguantar es este silencio.

I lost that feeling of belonging to something wonderful.

I was the fifth wheel nobody wanted.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

If I'm a bitch and a fake, is there nobody who will love a bitch and a fake?