Quotes About Loneliness

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.

Whatever we may do or attempt, despite the embrace and transports of love, the hunger of the lips, we are always alone. I have dragged you out into the night in the vain hope of a moment's escape from the horrible solitude which overpowers me. But what is the use! I speak and you answer me, and still each of us is alone; side by side but alone."

She stayed there, in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, on a chair, without a fire, without a thought.

This was the first living creature I had ever loved passionately, because he returned my affection. My love for the animal was, no doubt, exaggerated and ridiculous.I has a vague idea that in some way we were brothers, both lost in life, both lonely and defenseless. He never left me,slept at foot of my bed, was fed in the dining-room in spite of my parents' protests and he came with me on my solitary walks.

At times it seemed to her that other people's hearts must have arms like their bodies, loving arms extended to clasp and hold— and her own heart? All it had was eyes, that heart of hers.

For some years he had felt weighing on him the burden of loneliness which sometimes overwhelms old bachelors. He had been strong, active and cheerful, spending his days in sport, and his evenings in amusement. Now he was growing dull, and no longer took interest in anything. Exercise tired him, suppers and even dinners made him ill, while women bored him as much as they had once amused him.

There can be no doubt that loneliness is dangerous to active minds.

It reveals none of those great catastrophes which we always expect to find behind these acts of despair; but it shows us the slow succession of the little vexations of life, the disintegration of a lonely existence, whose dreams have disappeared; it gives the reason for these tragic ends, which only nervous and highstrung people can understand.

I have tried travel. The loneliness which one feels in strange places terrified me.

C'était si triste, si triste d'être toute seule dans la vie, toute seule chez soi, nuit et jour, de n'avoir plus personne à qui donner de l'affection, de la confiance, de l'intimité.

Most elÅ'ször vette észre, hogy két ember sohasem tud egymás lelkéig eljutni, gondolataik legmélyére; hogy egymás mellett járnak, néha egymásba fonódnak, de nem válnak eggyé; hogy erkölcsi lénye mindenkinek magányos marad egész életében.

Jeanne úgy érezte, lelke kinyílik, a megfoghatatlant érti most; és amint a mezÅ'n szerteszórva ott látta az apró fényeket, hirtelen megvilágosodott benne, mennyire magányos minden ember – hogy minden csak elszakítja, messzire sodorja Å'ket attól, amit szeretnek.

Olyan mélységes és olyan szomorú azoknak a szobáknak a csöndje, ahol egyedül él az ember. Nemcsak a testet, a lelket is körülfogja ez a csönd; amikor egy bútor megreccsen, szíve mélyéig megremeg az ember, mert semmi zajra nem volt elkészülve a komor lakásban.

The economic system founded on isolation is a circular production of isolation. The technology is based on isolation, and the technical process isolates in turn. From the automobile to television, all the goods selected by the spectacular system are also its weapons for a constant reinforcement of the conditions of isolation of 'lonely crowds.' The spectacle constantly discovers its own assumptions more concretely.

Then there was the war, and I married it because there was nothing else when I reached the age of falling in love.

It might be high summer all about but inside me everything is fall. The lonesomeness of a sad, slow closing of days, knowing frost is nigh and wind needling through the cabin chinks is just around the bend. That's me, right now.

Something like fear chilled me as I sat there in the small hours alone-I say alone, for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realise.

Every morning Mrs Eglantine sat at the round bamboo bar of the New Pacific Hotel and drank her breakfast. This consisted of two quick large brandies, followed by several slower ones. By noon breakfast had become lunch and by two o'clock the pouches under and above Mrs Eglantine's bleared blue eyes began to look like large puffed pink prawns.

He was sunk beneath seas of silence; and his name, which would once have caught his notice above the howling of a storm, had become and empty sound.

He talked about terrible meetings in lonely places, of cyclopean ruins in the heart of the Maine woods beneath which vast staircases led down to abysses of nighted secrets, of complex angles that led through invisible walls to other regions of space and time, and of hideous exchanges of personality that permitted explorations in remote and forbidden places, on other worlds, and in different space-time continua.

I have said that I dwelt apart from the visible world, but I have not said that I dwelt alone.

for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realize.

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books, or upon awed watches in twilight groves of grotesque, gigantic, and vine-encumbered trees that silently wave twisted branches far aloft. Such a lot the gods gave to me—to me, the dazed, the disappointed; the barren, the broken.

From the tangle of chimney-pots scarcely a wisp of smoke came