Quotes About Loneliness

A man returns to die, between four walls, with the dawn, a collar of iron around the neck, to the withers, the tongue hanging ... as on the Goya print.

That winter he was invited to give a reading at the University of Massachusetts (Boston), but not a single person showed up. He sat in the silent lecture hall while his two sponsors gazed at their watches; finally Yates suggested they adjourn to a bar. He didn't seem particularly surprised.

Normal people never like me.

She had no place on this earth. There was no place where she was comfortable, no place she could relax, no place where she felt safe.

I never thought I'd die alone. Another six months I'll be unknown. Give all my things to all my friends. You'll never set foot in my room again. You'll close it off, board it up. Remember the time that I spilled the cup of apple juice in the hall? Please tell mom this is not her fault.

There's one thing worse than being alone: wishing you were.

My empty waterdish mocks me.

I no longer felt alone and it gave me, not strength, but a sweet sensation of happiness, though I knew sadness was lurking not far off, because all being arises from nonbeing, and everything that exists derives from its opposite.

Dovevate starvene seduti a casa, sul culo...

Bo widzisz, najgorsz? samotno?ci? nie jest ta, która otacza cz?owieka, ale ta pustka w nim samym.

The glass is cut, the bottle run dry. Our love runs cold in the caverns of the night.

We writers constantly try to build up our own confidence by getting published, making sales, winning prizes, joining cliques or proclaiming theories. The passion to write constantly strips this vanity aside and forces us to confront that loneliness and the uncertainty with which human beings, in the end, live and die.

Philosophy is the preparation for death - for leaving the cave of earthly, corporeal existence. And the preparation for death is a lonely and quiet activity - it is the activity of contemplation.

I am caught like a beast at bay.Somewhere are people, freedom, light,But all I hear is the baying of the pack,There is no way out for me.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

Loneliness was also the young woman in black who came almost every day to the Polytechnic. She knew exactly which of all the tangled skeletons lying on the cold concrete were those of her little girl and her husband. She would go straight to one of the sixty-four doors of Murambi and stand in the middle of the room before two intertwined corpses: a man clutching a decapitated child against him. The young woman in black prayed in silence, and then left.

Nastaviš živjeti svoj život, ali je nikada ne zaboraviš, kao ni onu no?, svoje osje?aje dok si je ljubio, miris njezine kose. Ona je uvijek s tobom. Razmišljaš o njoj. Možda ne svaki dan, možda ?ak ne ni svaki tjedan. Ali ona je tu. Svako malo prizoveš to sje?anje kada se osje?aš usamljeno, ali nisi siguran pruža li ti utjehu ili te boli. Pitaš se je li i s njome isto.

Fuzz Pellet Josh sat alone. His head was tilted down, his hair hanging in front of his face like a curtain. His expression—and Grace guessed that he only had this one—was sullen. He bit into the taco as if it insulted his favorite grunge group. The earphones were jammed into place.

The whole place had a feel and aura about as warm as a cold sore.

He sat alone at the kitchen table of his empty house. This was not the life he'd planned. Man plans, God laughs. He shook his head. Truer words. Enough

Maybe it was just because she was so pretty. Maybe I'm just as shallow as the next guy. Or maybe it was because the lonely can sometimes sense the lonely. Maybe what drew me to her was the fact that, like me, she seemed to want to keep to herself. I

Amazing what humans, even ones as wanton as Frank Ache, crave when left alone—other humans.

When you're all alone out there, on the end of the typewriter, with each new story a new appraisal by the world of whether you can still get it up or not, arrogance and self-esteem and deep breathing are all you have. It often looks like egomania. I assure you it's the bold coverup of the absolutely terrified.

I never met a man I didn't like. I don't go out much.