Quotes About Loneliness

Total intimacy is a myth; that said, a particular kind of loneliness can be both beautiful and fruitful.

I'm a totally desert person.

My EP, 'Room 93,' was all about isolation - it was based on the idea of being in a hotel room and being totally alone with yourself or that other person.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

What is 'cool,' anyway? Maybe it's Warne Marsh, almost totally obscure and penniless, coming in late to a fourth-rate Hollywood nightclub, playing like an angel with a couple of sidemen, but never speaking to or even acknowledging another human being.

Despite receiving over 800 patents in his lifetime, and quite literally inventing the twentieth century, he died penniless and alone.

Memories haunted the Ghostwood, brittle as the twigs that splintered like tiny bones under Mark's boots. Sifting through drooping cedar boughs, the old wind muttered of things that waited in darkness without hope. To every question the Ghostwood had but one answer, made from sorrow, and loneliness, and time.

I started to cry, not like a child, but like the old woman I am, slow, slight tears that no one sees, no one dries.

A savage sense entered me, of being of such small account in the world that I wasn't to be helped, that priest and woman and man had put out an edict that I wasn't to be helped, I was to be left to the elements, just as I was, a walking animal, forsaken. Maybe it was then that some part of me leapt away from myself, something fled from my brain, I don't know.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.

One of the hardest things about being alive is being with other people.

Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.

Mitten im Nirgendwo.

Welchen Sinn hatte es überhaupt, durch das Leben zu hetzen, wenn am Ende niemand auf einen wartete?

There is nothing in the whole world so painful as feeling that one is not liked.

Sleepless nights, infinite random thoughts, Remembering those moments, he had much to say, an urge to talk to someone, to be cared, to be loved, to be understood !! She was gone by now, And he was lost !! There it was, A white paper note, a pen, and the dark clouds forcing him to spill out !! Yes Words did most of talking, the unsaid words took the paper form .. Strange it was, the way Love was lost somewhere in the Library stacks !!

books are the arms which murder isolation, drive away loneliness, fulfill a friend's company.

The Broby minister sat in his desolate home and wept in desperation. She had made him young. Would he now get old? Would the evil spirit come back, and would he become despicable, as despicable as he had been?

Jag kom ihåg från fordom, att du brukade smyga dig undan hit, när du hade en ledig stund, för att sitta och sörja. - Jag hade inte mycket att sörja över på den tiden. - Den sorg du inte hade, den hittade du på åt dig.

And in fact, I am a foreigner everywhere in the world: as soon as I leave my home, I step into a void.

The old queen had failed them so miserably... She was such a bitter disappointment. But Ursula was different. There was no one to distract her, no one for her to love. She was alone in the world, alone in her grief, and alone with her pain. No, she wouldn't disappoint them. Unlike the old queen, Ursula would be able to fill her heart with hate.

I think it was because no one loved her." "Why?" asked the child. "Because she didn't love herself. She feared rejection because she was so unlike anyone she'd ever known. She was so full of fear that she sequestered herself away.

Loneliness, dejection, the contempt or pity of people around you--these are unpleasant feelings. But they are precisely the things that produce genuine Dark Ones.

I wiped the snow off my face. There was someone waiting for me. And that's the only thing that stops us from freezing solid.