Quotes About Loneliness

Some hundreds of years may have passed. I don't know. AM has been having fun for some time, accelerating and retarding my time sense. I will say the word now. Now. It took me ten months to say now. I don't know. I think it has been some hundreds of years.

Imaginative literature is otherness, and as such alleviates loneliness

the great artist of the intransitive verb also avoided objects of his sexual drive; what evidence we have indicates that he carnally embraced himself only, and walked the open road with only the thought of death and the knowledge of death as his close companions

Loneliness, anger, frustration, stress, peer-pressure, passions, the desire to please both man and God are all factors in your behavior, and the more you know about what makes you tick, the more you will be in control of your life.

Boredom . . . is one of the reasons that both men and women walk out the door and never come back.

Sometimes I think I have always been sitting like this. I sometimes think I have always been sitting like this, alone by an indifferent fire, curtains closed, night, winter.

did you think of her as your best friend? -she was my only friend. -your best and only. -my one and only. if you have only one of something you can't say it's the best of anything.

I see no human beings. My phone never rings. I'm so very old and so very lonely. I hear from no one.

The friendly relations Belle enjoyed with her neighbors when she first came to La Porte were not fated to last. "No one was a friend of hers," Louisa Diessl

Nothing is more deadly than a deserted, waiting street.

Madam, my father has left me flopping like a flounder at low tide and you say what's the matter.

I could think of nothing else to say to her. In fact I could never think of anything to say to her, and I sat thinking of past painful conversations between us: How are you, Jean Louise? Fine, thank you ma'am, how are you? Very well, thank you; what have you been doing with yourself? Nothin'. Don't you do anything? Nome. Certainly you have friends? Yessum. Well what do you all do? Nothin'.

Mayella Ewell must have been the loneliest person in the world. She was even lonelier than Boo Radley, who had not been out of the house in twenty-five years.

I'll never forgive you for what you did to me. You cheated me, you've driven me out of my home and now I'm in a no-man's-land but good—there's no place for me any more in Maycomb, and I'll never be entirely at home anywhere else.

Hell is eternal apartness. What had she done that she must spend the rest of her years reaching out with yearning for them, making secret trips to long ago, making no journey to the present?

A world she despised, could not comprehend, nor defend herself against. a world that did not want her

What made you think of Dill?" she asked. "I don't know. Just thought of him." "You never liked him, did you?" Henry smiled. "I was jealous of him. He had you and Jem to himself all summer long, while I had to go home the day school was out. There was nobody at home to fool around with.

I am a stranger at a cocktail party.

She had an odd feeling that time had passed her by

The house got so lonesome 'long about two o'clock I had to turn on the radio.

If you did not want much, there was plenty. Keeping a nigger happy these days is like catering to a king. In New York you are your own person. You may reach out and embrace all of Manhattan in sweet aloneness, or you can go to hell if you want to.

With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable. I stayed miserable for two days.

Now we are both lonely, for entirely different reasons, but it feels the same, doesn't it?

Avec lui, la vie était banale, sans lui, elle devenait insupportable.