Quotes About Loneliness

La desesperanza y la soledad no se comparten en la literatura con una multitud de otros seres, porque no existe, no existirá, el personaje masivo

I suffer from life and from other people. I can't look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

A veces se hacía presente con un silbido, que decía algo así como «Fufichu». Si en un momento dado no sabía quién estaba en la casa gritaba: «¡Alguno!» Pero con el correr del tiempo alguno se volvió nadie, y cerrados nuestros oídos a sus palabras nadie volvió a hacerle caso. La voz mandona de Lía sólo la oyeron entonces las paredes. O las vecinas.

When you're surrounded by all these people, it can be lonelier than when you're by yourself. You can be in a huge crowd, but if you don't feel like you can trust anyone or talk to anybody, you feel like you're really alone.

There was no point in anything. No pleasure in being good and clever either, if there was no one to praise and be proud of me. But that felt dangerously close to self-pity, and I would not give in to self-pity.

It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse. -From the poem Fear

I want somebody to love, and I want somebody to love me. And nobody ever will. And that's why it hurts. Because it makes a difference. And when nobody cares, it makes you all mad inside and it makes you want to say things, tear up things, break things, get through the glass.

Let the resurrection joy lift us from loneliness and weakness and despair to strength and beauty and happiness.

Personne n'entend ceux qui disent vouloir être seuls. La volonté de solitude, c'est forcément une pulsion morbide.

I know nothing - nothing in the world - of the hearts of men. I only know that I am alone - horribly alone.

We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist.

Tôi yêu n?i b?t h?nh c?a tôi; nó ??ng hành v?i tôi. ?ôi lúc, khi nh?t th?i th?y h?nh ph?c, tôi c?m th?y th? gì ?ó nh? th? s? thi?u v?ng n?i ?au. Ta luôn nhanh chóng tr? nên nghi?n ng?p n?i u s?u c?a chính mình.

Tôi không bi?t mình là ai, nh?ng tôi bi?t ?i?u mình không mu?n là: m?t ng??i cô ??c. M?t ng??i cô ??c thì ch?ng là ng??i nào c?.

Alt?dat? aveai prea mul?i amici ?i acum nu mai ai deloc. Asta vrea s? însemne c? nu i-ai avut niciodat?" - 29,99 RON

Comment se faisait-il que je ne l'aie jamais rencontrée? À quoi me servait-il de connaître tant de monde si cette fille n'en faisait pas partie? Il faisait froid sur le parvis

En el siglo XX, el amor es un teléfono que no suena.

În secolul XX, dragostea e un telefon care nu sun?.

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

how dismal it is to have no one to go to in the morning to share one's griefs and joys; how hateful when something weighs on you and there's nowhere to lay it down. You know to what I refer. I often tell to my pianoforte what I want to tell to you.

All the sad young men,Drifting through the town,Drinking up the night,Trying not to drown.

Aquellos a quienes debía amar, han muerto; han muerto los que hubieran podido amarme. Y no tengo tiempo ni fuerzas para intentar el viaje hacia aquellos que sobreviven, para redescubrirlos. No hay nada en mí, ni siquiera mi voz, mis ademanes ni mi risa, que no pertenezca al monstruo que he lanzado contra el mundo y a quien he dado mi nombre.

gatherings I would sit quietly in a corner, saying nothing. I looked and observed a good deal. I've always been that way and still am. I was anything but expansive. I was a loner—can't remember ever

All her life, Neverfell had suffered the dull, embarrassed ache of the knowledge that she was always the maddest person in the room. Funnily enough, the realization that this was probably no longer the case did not make her feel better at all.

She had needed kindness before, and had received none. Now it was too late, and she did not know what to do with it.