Quotes About Loneliness

Let's just say, by the end of her second quarter Beli could walk down the hall without fear that anyone would crack on her. The downside of this of course was that she was completely alone.

Saw for a brief instant La Inca praying in her room - the silence that lay between them now, stronger than love - 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.

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.

She didn't seem to mind being the girl you called every couple of months at eleven at night, just to see what she was "up to." As much relationship as she could handle.

That's the worst part, really, when you think about it. Try as you might, nobody will ever truly know who you are. You're just somebody alone in a house with your thoughts and nothing else.

But I suppose it's part of being old to feel that way, half in one world and half in the other, all of it mixed together in my mind. No one's left who even knows my name. Folks call me Auntie, on account of I never could have children of my own, and I guess that suits me fine. Sometime it's like I've got so many people inside of me I'm never alone at all. And when I go, I'll be taking them with me.

You didn't talk about yourself, because you weren't really anybody, or your hopes, since you had none.

Now it is dark. Stars soar above the vacant city, heaven's diadem. A century since the last person walked here, and still one cannot travel its streets, as I do, without seeing one's face reflected a thousand-fold.

man sat in a concrete box long enough, thinking about his own death, and he boiled down to milky dust like water in a teapot forgotten on a stove;

But probably they were all sleeping, too. It was only she, Arnette, who was sentenced to a night of pacing the halls of her mind. Because

She remembered no one at all. She remembered one day thinking: I am alone. There is no I but I. She lived in the dark. She taught herself to walk in the light, though it was not easy.

Silence, too, can be torture.

He left school without even sending you a text message saying 'I hope you enjoy the beautiful scenery on your trip through Dumpslandia.

You remember the old parable about the holy prophet who got thrown into the lions' den. I felt like a lone lion in a den of prophets.

For ten days, all I'd had to wash in was the piss-pot, and the nearest water was the pump, five flights of narrow, winding steps down, and loneliness had been the least of my problems, if you count tiny things that bite as company. I'm not the most fastidious of men, but I don't like it when I turn into the sort of creature I'd cross the street to avoid.

Here I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

Unable to initiate a relationship, he remained aloof, hoping, as the poem says, that the young woman would make the first move: "You must come and talk to me . . ." He feels "a faint half hope and half regret." Such a mix of powerful emotions is not, of course, unusual for a young man coming of age. But Robert had to be told that he was not alone.

Der Tod kam beim Nacht und er kam nicht allein. Ein kleines Mädchen lief an seiner Seite.

What is the opposite of two? A lonely me and a lonely you.

awful freedom of someone with no one to answer to.

I'm coming... to see you. Rosiel... You don't need to suffer like this. Look. You can do as you please. I'll submit... to anything. I don't need anyone. I had no one from the beginning. This way, for eternity I won't feel the curse of my existence or the hatred of others. I'll lose nothing... Be loved by nothing...

There was a crooked child who lived in the crooked house and the child never knew anything other than crooked love…