Quotes About Loneliness

Van valami végleges abban, ahogyan valaki elt?nik lassan az úton, nem fordul meg, nem néz vissza. (…) Van valami végtelenül nyomorúságos, végtelenül végleges az üres útban. Csak mégy tovább, hallgatsz. (Egy júniusi nap)

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in it's appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.

I need a father, I need a mother, I need some old, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of parties with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.

Bir yerlerde, biri, beni az?c?k da olsa anl?yor mu, az?c?k da olsa seviyor mu? Bütün çaresizliÄŸimle, ideallerimle, her ÅŸeyimle -hayat? seviyorum. Ama bu çok zor ve öÄŸreneceÄŸim daha çok, çok ÅŸey var. Galiba zaman zaman deliriyorum.

Quando infine trovi qualcuno in cui senti di poter riversare la tua anima, ti blocchi di colpo davanti alle tue stesse parole - le hai tenute dentro così a lungo, contratte nel buio, che sono ormai sbiadite, brutte, banali, fiacche. Sì, c'è l'allegria, l'autorealizzazione, lo stare insieme: ma la solitudine dell'anima, nella sua spaventosa consapevolezza, è insopportabile, soverchiante.

Yes, there is joy, fulfilment and companionship- but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

My hours are married to shadow. No longer do I listen for the scrape of a keel On the blank stones of the landing.

On a striped mattress in one room An old man is vanishing.

Not this troublous Wringing of hands, this dark Ceiling without a star.

have deserted french

Jilted My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic wind, love, Gossips late and soon, And I wear the wry-faced pucker of The sour lemon moon. While like an early summer plum, Puny, green, and tart, Droops upon its wizened stem My lean, unripened heart.

I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.

134 Parliament Hill Fields On this bald hill the new year hones its edge. Faceless and pale as china The round sky goes on minding its business. Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack.

This loneliness will blur and diminish, no doubt, when tomorrow I plunge again into classes, into the necessity of studying for exams. But now, that false purpose is lifted and I am spinning in a temporary vacuum. At home I rested and played, here, where I work, the routine is momentarily suspended and I am lost.

Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack.

Durumun ne kadar umutsuzsa, seni o kadar uzaÄŸa saklamaya çal???rlar.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone ...

Hell is oneself, Hell is alone.

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.