Quotes About Loneliness

I have an idea I want to test, for combining old peoples homes and orphanages. Old people are lonely without children, children are lonely without parents. Why not bring them together?

My worst image of myself is me sitting on a bed, smoking a cigarette, waiting for a phone call and thinking thoughts that don't join together.

All still lifes are actually paintings of the world on the sixth day of creation, when God and the world were alone together, without man!

Come aboard if your destination is oblivion- it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat if you want. But it's a sad view.

I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

All she could think of was crawling into bed and being left alone with her misery.

But she felt an unexpected stab of loneliness. Teddy was not there. If she were to reach out to where he had always lain beside her, he would not be there. He would never be there again. Not ever or ever or ever.

She laughed rather self-consciously. I have never talked about this with anyone before, she said. He hunched his shoulder so that her head slipped against it. People so rarely talk about anything that matters, he said. We fill silences and so often live with a deeper silence and a greater loneliness.

She saved herself from endless heartache. . . . She probably spent a cold and lonely old age wishing she had a little pleasure to look back upon . . . Prim virtue can be a cold bedfellow.

It was a pang of envy, perhaps. They were family. He was the outsider. Always the outsider.

She leads a rather lonely life.

There was loneliness and emptiness without Teddy, she had said. He had news for her. There was always loneliness and emptiness. It was part of the condition of living.

Teddy. Diana floated on a cushion of fuzziness and wanted him. She wanted the terrible loneliness to go away. But Teddy was dead. He would never be there again.

The previous years had been dull and lonely ones. It was pleasing to know that one was admired, especially when the admirer was a handsome and personable man.

She felt that he could become a very close friend. And to a lonely person, friendship can seem a likely substitute for love.

She did not want to think of him as a man who was perhaps essentially lonely.

what it was like to feel all alone in the world and had been willing to share with a near stranger what must have seemed like her shame at the time. "Of course," Lady Overfield continued when Wren said nothing, "I do not live at Brambledean

Life on a large estate for a single gentleman can become very lonely.

Family, all those people who had some connection with one another, however slight, was of such huge importance to one's well-being. It gave one identity and a sense of belonging. It was the answer to loneliness and any sense of disconnection with the world one inevitably felt at times.

But in the meantime, he said, there is the loneliness and the emptiness to be dealt with. His lips touched hers again, but she drew back. Do you mean mine or your own? she asked.

A Christmas to remember. For the rest of her life. But how would she remember it? With the ache of sadness and loneliness and loss? With sweet nostalgia?

She would not live with him day by day, aching for every kind word or chance touch.

Elizabeth clung now to the seat of the curricle as she looked back on that night over the achingly lonely years between. Hetherington just could not be the same man. They could not possibly have grown so far apart after having shared that .

He always felt a pang of something—anger? bitterness? loneliness?—when he heard Christina laugh. She seemed able to do it with everyone except him.