Quotes About Loneliness

Entonces está el amanecer y una fría soledad en la que caben la alegría, los recuerdos, usted y acaso tantos más.

No tiene familia, es un escritor.

La guitarra en el ropero para siempre está colgada, nadie en ella toca nada ni hace sus cuerdas sonar.

No era difícil imaginar el diálogo, pero si hubiese estado solo con Hélène ella no me hubiera dicho eso, probablemente no me hubiera dicho nada, atenta y ajena; una vez más la incluía sin derecho, imaginariamente, como un consuelo por tanta distancia y tanto silencio. Ya nada teníamos que decirnos Hélène y yo, que nos habíamos dicho tan poco.

And there's blues in my bed, 'cause l'm sleepin' by myself.

E]r gibt uns das Gefühl, weniger einsam zu sein in dieser Sackgasse im Dienste der Großen-Eitelkeit-Idealismus-Realismus-Spiritualismus-Materialismus des Abendlandes, G.m.b.H.

Pero de todas maneras no había viajado, y era como una piedra negra en el medio de su alma

pero se le veía preocupado ya por la proximidad del final, algo que ocurre, según nos dijo, no cuando la edad te lo indica sino cuando los amigos empiezan a dejarte solo.

Debía de ser muy triste, por más que fuera su decisión, abandonar su casa y hacerlo sola, puesto que la persona con la que la compartiste ya no está. Las hijas y, sobre todo, los nietos, la ayudarían a sobrellevarlo, pero la carga sentimental la iba a soportar ella.

The other kids ignored me, and that hurt more than I cared to admit. Before long, I'd decided they had nothing on me. I could play their game. I could be happy being invisible.

and when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his chest, a lonely rada.

Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

Beli at thirteen believed in love like a seventy-year-old widow who's been abandoned by family, husband, children and fortune believes in God.

My heart is beating like it's lonely, like there's nothing else inside of me.

There were a lot of these middle-aged single types in the neighborhood, shipwrecked by every kind of catastrophe, but she was one of the few who didn't have children, who lived alone, who was still kinda young. Something must have happened, your mother speculated. In her mind, a woman with no child could be explained only by vast untrammelled calamity. Maybe she just doesn't like children. Nobody likes children, your mother assured you. That doesn't mean you don't have them.

His adolescent nerdliness vaporizing any iota of a chance he had for young love. Everybody else going through the terror and joy of their first crushes, their first dates, their first kisses while Oscar sat in the back of the class, beind his DM's screen, and watched his adolescence stream by. Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

and in the gloaming of her dwindling strength there yawned a loneliness so total it was beyond death, a loneliness that obliterated all memory, the loneliness of a childhood where she'd not even had her own name

She watched hungrily for visitors from out of town, threw open her arms at the slightest hint of a wind and at night she struggled Jacob-like against the ocean pressing down on her.

Every time you think about the ex, every time the loneliness rears up in you like a seething, burning continent, you tie on your shoes and hit the paths and that helps; it really does.

He read The Lord of the Rings for what I'm estimating the millionth time, one of his greatest loves and greatest comforts since he'd first discovered it, back when he was nine and lost and lonely and his favorite librarian had said, Here, try this, and with one suggestion changed his life. Got through almost the whole trilogy, but then the line "and out of Far Harad black men like half-trolls" and he had to stop, his head and heart hurting too much.

A heart like mine, which never got any kind of affection growing up, is terrible above all things.

Everybody else going through the terror and joy of their first crushes, their first dates, their first kisses while Oscar sat in the back of the class, behind his DM's screen, and watched his adolescence stream by. Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

She wanted to talk about unimportant matters, to speak to someone who wasn't her child or her spouse.

Freezing out," she said. She had her gloves in one hand like a crumpled bouquet.