Quotes About Loneliness

Lo más impresionante de aquellos días, y más todavía de aquellas noches, era la soledad, el profundo sentimiento de soledad, de aislamiento, de saberse sin ningún habitante a quién sabe cuántos kilómetros a la redonda;

Los monos cantaban cerca de la casa en la madrugada, y un poco más tristes al atardecer, y eso contribuía a que se acentuara más la sensación de la soledad y el misterio, y la emoción de la vida salvaje.

T?m bi?t em, tình yêu duy nh?t c?a anh, ??ng run s? trÆ°á»›c b?y sói Ä'ói m?i CÅ©ng nhÆ° gi?a nh?ng th?o nguyên cô qu?nh; Anh luôn mang em theo trong tim mình Và chúng ta s? Ä'i cùng nhau cho ??n khi con ???ng bi?n m?t...

Comme tous les autres je désirais un chien, impossible à obtenir dans notre peu d'espace. Je me pris d'affection pour une balle jaune aux mille couleurs passées et sa bonne odeur de caoutchouc. Quand j'étais seul dans la pièce, la balle, de joie, me sautait dessus et jouait à ne pas se laisser prendre. Tout à coup ma mère criait d'arrêter et la balle craintive allait finir sous le lit.

He still could not understand why he had nothing, and would never have anything, and there was no one who knew and who could tell him. It was the unsolved mystery of his life.

Morning and lunchtime are times when anyone can appear alone almost anywhere without this giving evidence of how the person is faring in the social world; dinner and other evening activities, however, provide unfavorable information about unaccompanied participants, especially damaging in the case of female participants.

I hesitate, I suppose it is only from a general dread of company. We all of us wish for it, in our solitude, but on the eve of a great visit, we shudder.

They never returned. Only the old were left. And they began to die off. Those who did not die left the village by other means. In the end there was only one widow left, a dressmaker, and she began to sew the visages of those who had vanished. She hand-stitched the bodies and the clothes; she perfected the faces. Each and every doll was a precise replica of someone who once lived there.

and little grace or mercy behind me. I was nothing, I would die nothing, hunted

We expect one person to give us what once an entire village used to provide, and we live twice as long.

Solitude seems to oppress me. And so does the company of other people.

It is one of the saddest things in life that we can never be completely known and understood by any one man. (9 June 1823)

Slowly the reality of it all formed in my mind: we were expendable! It was difficult to accept. We come from a nation and a culture that values life and the individual. To find oneself in a situation where your life seems of little value is the ultimate in loneliness. It is a humbling experience.

But you never got hungry for me. You continued to ignore me." GOD'S Decree. 7-8

But you never got thirsty for me. You ignored me." GOD'S Decree. 9

Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.

Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.

pois nada é mais incômodo que envelhecer ao lado de um estranho.

He hears his mother and his sister-in-law talk about how lonely it is to be married to a musician, how many nights they spend alone. He wonders if I would be unhappy. I don't say anything. I like to spend my nights alone.

Reading creates a sense of human fellowship. It is never (or rarely) a public activity, but in putting us in direct contact with other minds and sensibilities, it is a form of solitude which banishes loneliness. It can offer the consolation of knowing we are not alone, in our pleasures or in our suffering. It is in situations of deprivation that the value of reading – the deep need for books – becomes more vividly apparent.

Once the hag got upset she was apt to go downhill very fast and remember things like she was an orphan. People are often orphans when they are eighty-two, but it is true that when you have no mother or father you can feel very lonely at any age.

She spent a great deal of time staring into space, oppressed by the sense that she was waiting. But waiting for what? She did not know. Surely someone would call, someone must be needing her. Yet each day proceeded like the one before. Nothing intense, nothing desperate, ever happened. Time did not move. The home, the city, the nation, and life itself were eternal; still she had a foreboding that one day, without warning and without pity, all the dear, important things would be destroyed.

A leaf flattened itself against the window beside his head and leaped away into the darkness, and a feeling of profound despair came over him because everything he had done was useless. All that he believed in and had attempted to prove seemed meager, all of his life was wasted

All my habits through life have been singularly removed from any condition of reliance on others, and the feeling - right or wrong - that aloneness is my proper position has prevailed since my early childhood, no doubt nourished and strengthened by many and quick-following bereavements.