Quotes About Loneliness

Feeling sad or lonely isn't a bad thing. But those emotions increase the risk that you'll cross the line into self-pity.

Even if you're independent, I think you get lonely.

Je ne savais pas encore quOn ne peut plus rire quand on est tout seul. On peut monologuer, on parle souvent tout haut, mais étrangement, le rire ne se produit plus.

Es solitario aquel o aquella que no es el número uno para nadie.

Two is company. Three is poor birth control.

Even toward the middle of the century, there were occasions when the London mailbag for Edinburgh was found to contain only a single letter.

We are all lonely and all seek a hand to hold in the darkness. It is not the harp, but the hand that plays it.

A man is an island in the only sense that matters, not an easy way to be. We live in mystery, a cosmos of separate lonely bodies, men, insects, stars. It is all loneliness and men know it best.

They knew that Pascal's room, Thoreau's hut, and especially their own den was a dark chamber, an unhealthy space full of resentment; they knew that one is nothing when alone, that one thinks most often of nothing at all, and that hell is not other people, but the self.

Yazz sometimes has sleepless nights worrying she'll be alone for the whole of her life if she can't get a proper boyfriend at nineteen what hope is there for when she's older?

Where did God go? It's like he just abandoned us. Without so much as a 'good luck.' It's every man for himself now and it just -- sucks.

If you stuffed a ship full to bursting point with human bodies, there would be such loneliness that they would all freeze.

After so many lonely years, I know what life & love may be. Now, if I sleep, I shall sleep fulfilled.

Talk lives in a man's head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep it company - and so talk goes out through the lips.

The next thing I wrote was in a writing class at night school. It was about a poor woman who worked at a dime store and who was all alone for Christmas in Laurel, Mississippi.

A bare lightbulb flickered and buzzed near the ceiling, and the odors of old age and despair spilled from the open doorways. Though I tried to keep my eyes set on the floor in front of me, I couldn't help taking a sideways glance into some of the rooms. One old lady with deep-suffering eyes reached her hand through the metal rails surrounding her bed, spread her bony fingers, and begged me to take her home. It was the saddest five seconds of my life.

I'd thought he was stars and then I'd thought he was a fox. I had thought I'd been alone, but I hadn't.

My business doesn't keep me warm at night.

From cold or horror I could not speak. The sodden blanket was heavy, the coldness in my heart flowed out and turned the whole world cold—there was no warm place. The thoughts I had frozen in order not to feel them grew monstrous, freezing everything else.

Once again, I had made my world a very small place, and I didn't want to live there.

We movie stars all end up by ourselves. Who knows? Maybe we want to.

But don't go thinking that I'm critical of you, Anton, because really I'm not. Not a bit! It's just that you're not here. I'm alone and I'm frightened and you're not here. And you're not ever going to be here for me.

Each suburban wife struggles with it alone. As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at night- she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question-- 'Is this all?

Each suburban wife struggles with it alone. As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at night- she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question-- 'Is this all?