Quotes About Loneliness

Sometimes the loneliness had been almost too much, he thought, and always at those times he had found comfort in the woods, where he said nothing. He wondered if the others were still gloomy; no one spoke of it any longer. He smiled as he thought of how the women had wet and screamed and straddle behind him, I want to run to catch up once more.

It was as grim a social scene as I'd ever encountered, and I missed everything I'd left behind at home. I wondered what my nail polish collection was doing right now.

My mom had been sending me the Footprints in the Sand, psalm 77 print for years. Telling me that God would carry me when I needed him and instead I realized there were only one set of footprints because I was alone …

I'm no one, and I'm nothing.

It isn't the Devil in humanity that makes man a lonely creature, it's his Godlikeness. It's the fullness of the Good that can't get out or can't find its proper 'other place' that makes for loneliness.

I was nineteen at the time, prowling the streets and alleys with my usual supply of hot dogs, the street lights with their foggy haloes showing dark, formless shapes moving out from the darkness of the fog and disappearing again.

I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody.

Misery loves company, but today . . . today misery wanted to be alone.

When you got nobody to love and nothing to live for, you can always make money.

Don't wait up for me tonight, for the night will be black and white.

People cannot win against their loneliness because loneliness is this world's worst kind of pain.

Her own nose was too long and her facial structure too bony for anyone ever to have asked her hand in marriage. She consoled herself for this by guzzling.

Everyone left and we have remained on a path that goes on without us.

This salt mist blots out everything that comforts and speaks to the traveler: roads, bridges, towns, trees. There's no face I might see and know, only the mist whose insistent hand runs over our faces and flanks.

Vivo in una solitudine selvaggia e raffinata, misera e opulenta, dove le passioni ardono s'inceneriscono riardono incessantemente.

Of all things that can happen to us, triumph is the most difficult to endure when we are alone. Deprived of witnesses, it shrinks at once.

The difficulty of living alone is that any mess he makes he is forced to clean up himself. No, the real difficulty of living alone is that no one cares if you are upset.

Sometimes things seem so unbearable in the middle of the night, don't they? In the middle of the night, we're all such children.

To be alive was to accept that your were fundamentally alone.

he realized that he had made a grave miscalculation when he had ended the friendship with Sadie. His mistake had been in thinking the world would be filled with Sadie Greens, people like her. It was not.

but it is only because we are isolated that we think we are unlovable. Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down a road. And someday, you do not know when, he, or indeed she, will be there. You will be loved because for the first time in your life, you will truly not be alone. You will have chosen to not be alone.

And I know that bad people deserve what they get, but oh, how we hate to be alone.

An echo makes good company, Old Margaret said. Whenever I'm lonely, I always try to find one to talk to. They're much better than mirrors. Mirrors say nasty things about you. Echoes are far more supportive. They think whatever you say is completely brilliant.

That if she didn't know him, no one knew him, and he might as well not exist.