Quotes About Loneliness

Your travel life has the aspect of a dream. It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it. It is peopled with characters you have never seen before and in all probability will never see again. It brings occasional homesickness, and loneliness, and pangs of longing... But you are like the Vikings who have gone into a world of adventure, and home is not home until you return.

He's not dead. But I have a feeling he's bored. That's worse.

I avoided my own friends and acquaintances, yet the loneliness of my existence was insupportable.

He had had a lonely life and a lonely death. But it had been the kind of loneliness that spends itself in living amongst people, and in passing the time that way not unpleasantly. Major Palgrave might have been a lonely man, he had also been quite a cheerful one.

Living alone, with no one to consult or talk to, one might easily become melodramatic, and imagine things which had no foundation on fact.

He had had a lonely life and a lonely death. But it had been the kind of loneliness that spends itself in living amongst people, and in passing the time that way not unpleasantly.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing; Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness.

Snobbery here raised its hideous head and marooned her on a permanent island of loneliness.

Yes; you see, having committed a murder, puts you in a position of great loneliness. You'd like to tell somebody all about it — and you never can. And that makes you want to all the more. And so — if you can't talk about how you did it, you can at least talk about the murder itself — discuss it, advanced theories — go over it. - Old Man Charles

You would hate people if you were like me… If you weren't wanted.

When people barely notice you're alive, you're not likely to have any enemies.

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone. I have nephews and nieces and kind friends---but there's no one who knew me as a young girl---non one who belongs to the old days. I've been alone for quite a long time now.

In the heart of the desert or in the heart of a crowd—what does it matter? The inmost core of man is solitary—alone. I have always been —a lonely soul....

One little soldier boy left all alone." How did it end? Oh, yes! "He got married and then there were none.

Old people are starved of touch: no husband, no lover, no child to slip a hand into a hand, to plant sticky kisses on nose and cheek and mouth, to snuggle and fit into the curves of the body. I watched my grandmother - my mother's mother - in her last years: her hand, the skin drawn parchmentlike over the bones, stroking, stroking, the chairs, the table, the bedspread.

Could she ever know him? Could he ever know her? Or would they always hold fast to what they imagined of each other so that life together would for each be more lonely than life alone?

Dr Leila Gupta found that most children had witnessed extreme violence and did not expect to survive. Two-thirds of the children interviewed had seen somebody killed by a rocket and scattered corpses or body parts. More than 70 per cent had lost a family member and no longer trusted adults. 'They all suffer from flashbacks, nightmares and loneliness. Many said they felt their life was not worth living anymore,' said Dr Gupta. Every norm of family life had been destroyed in the war.

As a person, I was born to give out my opinions. By giving out my opinions, I realize who I am. As long as I can communicate, I'm not so lonely. If I cannot travel, or do art, or have company, if they take away all my belongings, it doesn't matter at all.

She'd stayed after lab and told him, explaining about the morning sickness and the positive pregnancy test. He collected his things, said he had to go, telling her he'd call later that night. The gym teacher was in his place at the front of the classroom the next day. She never saw him again.

Maybe that is the loneliest kind of memory: to be forever altered by an invisible kiss, a reminder of something long ago and crumbled, (…)

Sometimes it is possible to still embrace the wildness of home, even if the lone window in your room only blooms snow and more snow.

The barb in the arrow of childhood suffering is this its intense loneliness, its intense ignorance.

short, I could do the work, but no one liked me.

Booksellers are the most valuable destination for the lonely, given the numbers of books written because authors couldn't find anyone to talk to.