Quotes About Loneliness

I felt like I'd just been picked last for the world's biggest game of kickball.

You know you've totally screwed up your life when your whole world turns to shit and the only person you have to talk to is your system agent software.

If there was a bright center to the universe, I was on the planet it was farthest from. Please pass the blue milk, Aunt Beru.

I confronted the grim realization that virtual sex, no matter how realistic, was really nothing but glorified, computer-assisted masturbation. At the end of the day, I was still a virgin, all alone in a dark room, humping a lubed-up toy.

All dressed up with nowhere to go. Walking with a dead man over my shoulder. Don't run away, it's only me.…

Standing there, under the bleak fluorescents of my tiny one-room apartment, there was no escaping the truth. In real life, I was nothing but an antisocial hermit. A recluse. A pale-skinned pop culture–obsessed geek. An agoraphobic shut-in, with no real friends, family, or genuine human contact. I was just another sad, lost, lonely soul, wasting his life on a glorified videogame.

The sight suddenly drove home the fantastic isolation of the place.

Maybe it was just as I had always secretly feared: The apple had fallen right next to the Crazy Tree.

E avevo OASIS. La mia vita non era poi così male. O almeno è quello che continuavo a ripetermi, nel vano tentativo di alleviare la solitudine in cui mi ero trovato a vivere.

Yeah. I was on a roll. In less than six months, I'd managed to wreck both of my closest friendships.

Year after year, my eyes would scan the lunchroom like a T-1000, searching for a clique that might accept me.

Minha vida não era tão ruim. Pelo menos era isso o que dizia a mim mesmo o tempo todo, numa tentativa inútil de afastar a enorme solidão que sentia.

Ali, sob as luzes fluorescentes de meu pequeno apartamento de um cômodo, não havia modo de escapar da verdade. Na vida real, eu não passava de um ermitão antissocial. Um recluso. Um geek pálido obcecado pela cultura pop. Um introvertido agorafóbico, sem amigos, família ou contato com pessoas. Eu era apenas mais uma alma triste, perdida e solitária, desperdiçando a vida em um videogame.

She used to make me wear earplugs at night so I wouldn't hear her in the next room, talking dirty to tricks in other time zones.

Out here on the perimeter, there are no stars.

Lì, sotto le cupe luci fluorescenti del mio minuscolo monolocale, non c'era modo di sfuggire alla verità. Nella vita reale, non ero altro che un eremita asociale. Un recluso. Un nerd con una carnagione cadaverica e un'ossessione per la cultura pop. Ero soltanto un'altra anima perduta, triste, solitaria, che sprecava la sua vita su un videogioco osannato da tutti.

My life wasn't so bad. At least that's what I kept telling myself, in a vain attempt to stave off the epic loneliness I now felt.

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If there was a bright center to the universe, I was on the planet it was farthest from.

Sentado sozinho no escuro, assistindo ao programa em meu laptop, sempre imaginava que eu vivia naquela casa quente e bem iluminada, e que aquelas pessoas sorridentes e compreensivas eram a minha família. Imaginava que não havia nada tão errado no mundo que não pudéssemos resolver até o final de um único episódio de meia hora (ou talvez em dois, se fosse algo muito sério).

You know you've totally screwed up your life when your whole world turns to shit and the only person you have to talk to is your system agent software!

We lived in and out of our flight bags, they being our true and only home. Thus, if we were not actually flying or sleeping, we were often lonely and at a loss to occupy ourselves.

Ileana: la Galaxia de Andrómeda, a 700 000 años luz, que se puede mirar a simple vista en una noche clara, está más cerca que tú. Otros ojos solitarios estarán mirándome desde Andrómeda, en la noche de ellos. Yo a ti no te veo. Ileana: la distancia es tiempo, y el tiempo vuela. A 200 millones de millas por hora el universo se está expandiendo hacia la Nada.

Ileana: la Galaxia de Andrómeda, a 700 000 años luz, que se puede mirar a simple vista en una noche clara, está más cerca que tú. Otros ojos solitarios estarán mirándome desde Andrómeda, en la noche de ellos. Yo a ti no te veo. Ileana: la distancia es tiempo, y el tiempo vuela. A 200 millones de millas por hora el universo se está expandiendo hacia la Nada. Y tú estás lejos de mí como a millones de años.