Quotes About Loneliness

I can't afford to take responsibilities for others' lives. It's all I can do to bear the weight of my own life and my own loneliness

Although I was lonely, I was not unhappy. I was able to cling to myself. At least now I had a self to cling to.

But my one-day absence was probably not having an effect on anybody. Not one human being had noticed that I was gone, likely. I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

I've built a wall around me, never letting anybody inside and trying not to venture outside myself. Who could like somebody like that?

Even if I left this world, I doubt anyone would notice. I would shout out from the dark, but no one would hear me. Still, I have to keep soldiering on until I die, the only way I know how. Not a laudable sort of life, but the only life I know how to live.

Odsutno zagledan u mesec u zoru, sam, zapitao sam se dokle ce ovo da traje. Verovatno cu opet negde sresti neku dugu zenu. Privuci cemo se prirodno kao planete. I uzalud ocekujuci cudo, glodacemo dane, istrosicemo duse i rastacemo se.

A veces me siento como el portero de un museo. Un museo vacío, desierto, que ya nadie visita. Y yo lo custodio exclusivamente para mí.»

Everything seems pointless since you left

The world was a vast ocean with no landmarks, Kino a little boat that had lost its chart and its anchor.

En este mundo existe un tipo de tristeza que no te permite verter lágrimas. Es una de esas cosas que no puedes explicar a nadie y, aunque pudieras, nadie te comprendería. Y esa tristeza, sin cambiar de forma, va acumulándose en silencio en tu corazón como la nieve durante una noche sin viento.

Everyone ended up alone sooner or later. He was thirty at the time, beyond the age for complaining about loneliness. He felt as if he had put on several years all at once. But that was all. No further emotion welled up inside him.

For some reason, it often rained on the nights they met, and this night was no exception - a thin drizzle was falling outside.

When our mothers die, we are on our own; there is no one to call for help, no one to blame, and no one left who has a copy of your grandmother's recipe for the traditional Christmas coffee cake, which you can't find anywhere. Her

You know you're my best friend, right?' he said. I shrugged. I guessed it was true. Now that I wasn't going to be at the parade, they would all hate me. Everything had been carefully choreographed, and me not being there would throw them all off. I realized that kids like Theo and me weren't supposed to have real friends. We were supposed to be all alone and confused. By being each other's friend, we were defying our laws of gravity.

I turned to the page on decorated buttons and tried to ponder their beauty instead of my own loneliness, trying to will myself into being a sociopath.

But although she interacted with so many people during the day, no one could actually say that they were close to her. There is an aloofness to the permanently heartbroken, a secrecy. There was something impenetrable about her. There was a door that she had closed, which no one could get in.

The soft sound of the rain on the rooftop sounded like young girls sneaking off in stockings to elope. She felt lonesome for Pierrot.

All the colorful lights had been turned off and the sky was the color of television static.

Lonely children probably wrote the bible

I wanted desperately to belong to someone. It didn't really matter who.

If you want to get a child to love you, then you should just go and hide in the closet for three or four hours. They get down on their knees and pray for you to return. That child will turn you into God. Lonely children probably wrote the Bible.

I stuck a barette with a silver star into my black hair. If I was going to be popping my head in and out of bars like a wife who was looking for her husband who had just got paid and was squandering all the money, at least I was going to look unbelievably fantastic while I was doing it.

Oh God. valentine's Day tomorrow. Why? Why? Why is (the) entire world geared to make people not involved in romance feel stupid when everyone knows romance does not work anyway. Look at (the) royal family. Look at Mum and Dad.

Oh, God, I'm so lonely. An entire weekend streching ahead with no one to love or have fun with. Anyway, I don't care. I've got a lovely steamed ginger pudding from M&S to put in the microwave.