Quotes About Loneliness

I've lived a very isolated life.

I moved out to L.A. from New York... and I remember feeling, kind of like anyone does when they first move, so very lonely and isolated.

We have lived through so much alone and isolated.

Isolation is a self-defeating dream.

We have to be very careful about acknowledging that the Internet is very good at combatting isolation, but it's not very good at delivering justice.

My books are always about somebody who is taken from aloneness and isolation - often elevated loneliness - to community. It may be a denigrated community that is filthy and poor, but they are not alone; they are with people.

It's just hard to watch isolation basketball.

When you lose work, the meaning and purpose of life are taken away from you, and isolation can set in.

There is a dark side to being single in a great big city like New York. There's this sense of isolation and I think you can get fairly desperate.

Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that, for me, is based on insecurity, self-esteem and loneliness.

I take the good with the bad. I always wanted to be a comic, and part of that, for me, was that I wanted to be on the road. It's a lonely existence, but it is what it is.

The individual couldn't find any attention in Italy.

When a person go to jail, what people don't realize is you're alive, but you're dead to the world. People forget about you. When you go to jail, you're a story.

All of my jokes were about not being able to meet anybody. I didn't have any insight into anything - even my own insecurities.

Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with

böyle kaçar?m ölümün vuruÅŸlar?ndan; ama h?zl? deÄŸil kaç???m, arzumun benimle gelemeyeceÄŸi kadar, hep geldiÄŸi gibi sessiz yürürüm, yoksa ölü sözler aÄŸlat?r insanlar?, oysa ben yaln?z aks?n isterim gözyaÅŸlar?m.

What sucked was that her room was on the fourth floor of a four-story house because she hated walking past every other room on her way in and out. She was like a latter-day Rapunzel except her hair was only a few inches below her shoulders, slightly fried, not all that blond, and furthermore, who the hell was ever going to climb up to give her a hand? The guy in the wheelchair from school? What she — and Rapunzel, frankly — needed was a decent ladder.

As the crow flies. That's how she liked to walk. So what if she had nowhere to go? So what if no one on earth knew or probably cared where she was or when she'd get home? That wasn't the point. It didn't mean she had to take the long way. She was starting a new school in the morning, and she meant to put as much distance between herself and tomorrow as she could. Walking fast didn't stop the earth's slow roll, but sometimes it felt like it could.

The worst solitute is to be destitute of true friendship.

The devil follows me day and night because he is afraid to be alone.

The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.

mi corazón es reino del espanto.

I can go years thinking that it seems impossible that I will ever satisfy that appetite again and then it is easy to satisfy and no one notices or cares, nor does it make me happy, when loneliness surrounds me like water I've already drowned in without dying.

Las mujeres, el alcohol, la soledad. Quizá sean éstas las tres claves que lo explican todo y no explican nada.