Quotes About Loneliness

You're thinking about one woman while trying to reach another, and despite this apparent abundance of women, you feel lonely and desolate as hell, and, almost unconsciously, you drive to the house of a third, and the third woman is your mother. It has to be unconscious, because conscious, you'd know right away that it's a big mistake. Somewhere, there's a therapist sitting alone in his office, staring wistfully at his door, wishing for a patient like you.

At some point, loneliness becomes less a condition than a habit. In time, you stop looking at your phone wondering why you can't think of anyone to call, stop getting your hair cut, stop working out, stop thinking that tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life. Because tomorrow is today, and today is yesterday, and yesterday beat the shit out of you and brought you to your knees. The only way to stay sane is to stop hoping for something better

Tracy turns to face me. "You got married right out of college. You're terrified of being alone. Anything you do now will be motivated by that fear. You have to stop worrying about finding love again. It will come when it comes. Get comfortable with being alone. It will empower you." "Empower me to do what?" "To be the father you want to be, the man you want to be. And then you'll be ready to make a plan.

There was no one to call, no friends who weren't also connected to Jen. I thought about calling my mother, but my father was in a coma and she had enough to deal with. *My life was in a free fall, and there was nowhere to turn. A cold sense of desolation lodged itself somewhere in the base of my throat, and suddenly I was no longer enraged or devastated, but terrified of the immense, throbbing loneliness that was only now closing like a vise on my internal organs.*

maybe what you consider fearlessness is actually just an expert level of loneliness.

You're terrified of being alone. Anything you do now will be motivated by that fear. You have to stop worrying about finding love again. It will come when it comes. Get comfortable with being alone. It will empower you.

Eventually, with success, I started to feel more and more isolated - like I didn't have a community of artists.

Depressed people, for example, can start feeling useless and burdensome, as well as grief-stricken and pained. This makes them withdraw from contact with friends and family. Then the withdrawal makes them more lonesome and isolated, and more likely to feel useless and burdensome. Then they withdraw more. In this manner, depression spirals and amplifies.

There are many systems of interaction between brain, body and social world that can get caught in positive feedback loops. Depressed people, for example, can start feeling useless and burdensome, as well as grief-stricken and pained. This makes them withdraw from contact with friends and family. Then the withdrawal makes them more lonesome and isolated, and more likely to feel useless and burdensome. Then they withdraw more. In this manner, depression spirals and amplifies.

And besides, my back feels naked without Jacob curled against it.

I'll probably just stand in a corner, trying not to be noticed, until the decoration committee accidentally packs me into a box at the end of the night. There I will lie, crammed in between rolls of crepe paper, until the New Year's dance two months from now. Jeffrey thought about this for a moment and said, Won't they notice the box is too heavy when they go to put it away?

Hay gente sola en medio de una multitud, y hay gente acompañada en medio del desierto.

Pues...-se hizo la indiferente-,porque aún no he encontrado a mi chico, porque soy muy especial, porque soy muy difícil, porque no quiero tener novio por tenerlo, como si estar sola fuese malo, y por un montón de razones más, todas por el estilo. También es cierto que espero algo muy diferente, una persona que me entienda y me siga, que me acepte.

Me siento tan sola que si tuviera lágrimas lloraría.

Finalmente ia transpor o duro tempo, a negra noite, o deserto de luto e solidão: outra vez em cavalgada partiria a vadiar.

O desejo nascia dela, de seu peito, do silêncio, do devaneio, da solidão, do sonho. Sem motivo, sem ponto de partida, sem semente nem raiz. Nascendo dela — "de minha ruindade mesmo, Norminha" —, de seu corpo em febre, crescendo naquela carne estrumada de ausência, de penúrias, de maldições; ânsia plantada no esterco de sua danação:

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

Ah; but my courage fails me, and my heart is sick within me! —Lord, take pity on the Christian who doubts, on the skeptic who would fain believe, on the galley-slave of life who puts to sea alone, in the darkness of night, beneath a firmament illumined no longer by the consoling beacon-fires of the ancient hope.

Seigneur, prenez pitié du chrétien qui doute, de l'incrédule qui voudrait croire, du forçat de la vie qui s'embarque seul, dans la nuit, sous un firmament que n'éclairent plus les consolants fanaux du vieil espoir !

Why were you following me? Or were you after me? No, you weren't after me. It was just that someone, and the someone had to be you, was upsetting the balance of the emptiness of my nights, in which nothing could touch me - not even memories, not even desire - in which there was no other presence to threaten my vulnerability.

Ba??m? eÄŸdim ve Totoca'n?n dediÄŸi gibi, yaln?z zengin kiÅŸileri seven küçük Ä°sa'y? düÅŸündüm.

Maldita sea mi estrella aciaga, que ni en vida ni en muerte se dieron cuenta de que yo tenía corazón!

She wanted to pray, but who prays in the hour of despair? Prayers are said in hope; otherwise the invocation to God becomes a reproach. So it was that in her heart she cried out and complained that this one man had been singled out to be cut off from the love of others, and asked why he was not denied sun and air and the sight of the skis, when one could live without these, but not without love.

She asks the dark to hide her That sunlight might not chide her As pride's pretentious daughter, And asks the dew to water Her lonely grave with tears