Quotes About Loneliness

My shyness probably defined the first 30 years of my life, really. It's a crippling thing. It can be very lonely knowing that you've got things to say, but you daren't say them.

I think I lived those years very impersonally. It was almost as though I had erected someone outside myself who was the president's wife. I was lost somewhere deep down inside myself. That is the way I felt and worked until I left the White House.

Years ago I met Richard Burton in Port Talbot, my home town, and afterwards he passed in his car with his wife, and I thought, 'I want to get out and become like him'. Not because of Wales, because I love Wales, but because I was so limited as a child at school and so bereft and lonely, and I thought becoming an actor would do that.

'Extraordinary' is an original fairy tale, a contemporary story. But like a traditional fairy tale, it heads quickly into frightening, bloody territory. I am afraid for my book, as it goes out alone into the world, just as I was frightened for Phoebe as I wrote and rewrote her story.

I write tragedies and things when I'm alone. Chekhovian dramas.

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.

The fact that we are I don't know how many millions of people, yet communication, complete communication, is completely impossible between two of those people, is to me one of the biggest tragic themes in the world.

Charlie Brown is almost a tragic figure.

I live on a train. I know - what a sad thing to admit. I am the New-Age Willy Loman. But there it is.

I trained in internal medicine, and I expected most of my time would be spent on diabetes or heart disease or cancer. What I didn't expect was that so many people I saw would be struggling with loneliness.

One of the phenomenons of American political life is that it all stops one day. One day, you've got 200 reporters and cameras, and everybody is hanging on you. And three days later, you're alone. And it's quite a transition.

I love my husband, and I wanted to support him, but the transition to Washington has been my hardest experience. I felt very lonely and isolated.

It's part of a writer's profession, as it's part of a spy's profession, to prey on the community to which he's attached, to take away information - often in secret - and to translate that into intelligence for his masters, whether it's his readership or his spy masters. And I think that both professions are perhaps rather lonely.

Karaoke was my family's happy secret. In those early years in America, like many immigrants, my parents struggled with poverty and loneliness, but they also built provisional families, and inside our bubble there was joy, understanding, an intimate language I could never translate - and above all there was song.

I realize that I only have words and that, from time to time, as I hold them in my arms I am less lonely.

Usamljenost je bila gora od boli, pomislila je, usamljenost u koju ju je bol zarobila i na koju je bila osu?ena ?itavog života.

I wish I could have written to you about something transparent and as light as the feeling that photograph of the empty room gives me, but then I'd be sending you something else -- that would be poetry. I realize that I only have words and that, from time to time, as I hold them in my arms I am less lonely.

Ali kad sam preživjela trenutak one jezive usamljenosti na rubu ludila, znala sam da ?u se izvu?i. Uostalom, i bez emocija se može sasvim normalno živjeti. Kad ti iš?upaju srce, uklone ti sposobnost da patiš. Godinama nakon toga, osje?am se bolje, mirnije gledam na svoju situaciju. Još uvijek imam prijatelje, izlazim, uživam u razgovorima i izložbama.

You could say, in a vulgar Freudian way, that I am the unhappy child who escapes into books. Even as a child, I was most happy being alone. This has not changed.

I couldn't see anything. There was nothing in me, and nothing outside of me... I had no reason.

I would always be lonely, but no more alone.

I felt dry as if someone had skinned me. I was not the bones and meat, but the cast-aside skin. The heat had hollowed me.

But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dust floating in the air that can only be seen when a shaft of light hits it.

But Lunch Isn't That Bad, Really Once I get used to having to eat with two people instead of one. Two people who have known each other for such a long time that they practically speak in code. Two people who are always saying, "Remember the time when this happened?" and "Remember the time when that happened?" (Which, of course, I never do, because I wasn't there.) Well, okay, it is that bad. It sucks, even.