Quotes About Loneliness

She abandoned me. This was devastating. And the paradox was that the moment she abandoned me, she began to be with me at all times, constantly abandoning me wherever I would go, whatever I would do and with whomever I was. And the pain was unbearable. Hence, I decided to abandon everyone and everything, remaining with nothing, doing nothing and being absolutely alone. Well, the paradox is that she is still there!

Being unhappy alone isn't all that much fun, but what's even tougher is playing one's part without forgetting one's lines, coping with other people's compassion, their comments, being there with the right line when they give the cue.

Life is a dinner party without a host. And, frequently, without a dinner party either.

He was lonely. I could see that. He was working his butt off-and mine, too-in the hope that a million rupees might sort out his sex life. I prayed to Buddha he would be successful. If he didn't get some action soon, I doubted I would, either.

Actually, my mother and Alfie came for three weeks' Christmas vacation and stayed for 21 years. I guess my mother never went back because she was lonely.

No one to love, none to caress, Left all alone in this world's wilderness.

I take this for myself, and you take up the thread of my life between your teeth, tin thread and tarnished with abuse, you shall still hear as long as the beast in me maintains its taciturn power to close my lids in tears, and my loins move yet in the ennobling pursuit of all the worlds you have left me alone in, and would be the dolorous distraction from, while you summon your army of anguishes which is a million hooting blood vessels on the eyes and in the ears at that instant before death.

Autobiographia Literaria" When I was a child I played by myself in a corner of the schoolyard all alone. I hated dolls and I hated games, animals were not friendly and birds flew away. If anyone was looking for me I hid behind a tree and cried out "I am an orphan." And here I am, the center of all beauty! writing these poems! Imagine!

when you are the only passenger if there is a place further from me I beg you do not go

The waves wash in, warm and salty, leaving your eyebrows white and the edge of your cheekbone. Your ear aches. You are lonely. On the underside of a satin leaf, hot with shade, a scorpion sleeps. And one Sunday I will be shot brushing my teeth. I am a native of this island.

If anyone was lookingfor me I hid behind atree and cried out "I aman orphan."And here I am, thecenter of all beauty!writing these poems!Imagine!

Because it's all about fear - fear of being alone, fear of never being asked and, worst of all, the fear of having a choice and making the wrong one.

Jeder trug eine tiefe Sehnsucht nach Gesellschaft in sich, nach der Gesellschaft intelligenter Wesen, die keine Menschen waren.

Surprise! Adolescence is not an exciting adventure. It's actually very boring and lonelier than you could ever imagine.

Half happy. We wander among Mayflowers, among the lonely paths in the woods. We hover over gatherings of people, over the scene of accidents, gardens, festivals. We cower in chimneys of dwelling places and behind the bed curtains. Give me your hand. We don't associate with each other, but we see and hear everything that is going on in the world. We know that everything is stupidity, everything that men do and contend for, and we laugh at it.

Before I struck a light one could see the grass and a streak on the horizon. Now it is dark. Now I shall never return home again.

The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it.

Even a witch wants sympathy.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

The last time I saw him he was walking down Lover's Lane holding his own hand.

What good is sitting alone in your room?Come hear the music play;Life is a cabaret, old chum,Come to the cabaret.

Solitude is different from loneliness, and it doesn't have to be a lonely kind of thing.