Quotes About Loneliness

Retrospectively, 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.

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

Before I met you, I felt this constantly. I felt it with my family, my friends, and every boyfriend I ever had. I felt it so often that I thought this was the nature of living. To be alive was to accept that you were fundamentally alone." Simon's

Zweisamkeit" é a sensação de estar sozinho mesmo quando se está com outras pessoas. [...] Senti isso tantas vezes que pensei que isso era parte da vida. Que estar vivo era aceitar que estamos todos essencialmente sozinhos.

he thought that the crowd seemed to part for her, in a way that the world never moved for him.

The words you can't find, you borrow. We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone. My life is in these books

I'm not crying for you. I'm crying for me. Do you know how long it took me to find you? Do you know how many awful dates I've been on? I can't"—she is breathless now—"I can't join Match.com again. I just can't.

The words you can't find, you borrow. We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone.

It is the secret fear that we are unlovable that isolates us, the passage goes, but it is only because we are isolated that we think we are unlovable.

It is the secret fear that we are unlovable that isolates us, but it is only because we are isolated that we think we are unlovable.

The words you can't find, you borrow. We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone.

isolates us," the passage goes, "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.

The words you can't find, you borrow. We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone. My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart. We are not quite novels. The analogy he is looking for is almost there. We are not quite short stories. At this point, his life is seeming closest to that. In the end, we are collected works." ? Gabrielle Zevin, The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry

I'm bad. I married a bad man, too. And I know that bad people deserve what they get, but oh, how we hate to be alone.

Mus skiria baugšti baim?, kad esame nemylimi, bet iš tikr?j? mes tik manome, kad esame nemylimi, nes gyvenam atskirai. Kada nors, n? pats nežinai kada, leisiesi ? keli?. Kada nors, net nežinai kada, sutiksi kelyje j?, o gal tikriau – j?. Ir b?si pamiltas, nes pirm? kart? gyvenime tu jau nebeb?si vienas. Tu pasirinksi niekada nebeb?ti vienišas.

The other interns have left, and your eyes are beginning to spill over. The hell with it, you think. No one's here. It's better that you cry before you drive. Miami's confusing to navigate at night, and they haven't invented Google Maps yet.

It is the secret fear that we are unlovable that isolates us," the passage goes, "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." None

She is thirty-one years old and she thinks she should have met someone by now.

É o medo secreto de que não é possível sermos amados o que nos isola (...) mas é apenas porque estamos isolados que pensamos não sermos amáveis. E certo dia, não se sabe quando, ele, ou ela, aliás, estará lá. Será amado porque, pela primeira vez na vida, realmente não estará solitário. Terá escolhido não estar solitário.

Because if you really want to die, I can put you under psychiatric observation." "I don't want to die," A.J. says after a bit. "I just find it difficult to be here all the time. Do you think I'm crazy?

She asks A.J. about his lifestyle. He answers the question truthfully. "I'm not what you'd call an alcoholic, but I do like to drink until I pass out at least once a week. I smoke occasionally and I subsist on a diet of frozen entrees. I rarely floss. I used to be a long-distance runner, but now I don't exercise at all. I live alone and I lack meaningful personal relationships. Since my wife died, I hate my work, too.

I don't want to die," A.J. says after a bit. "I just find it difficult to be here all the time. Do you think I'm crazy?" "No.

?ám cÆ°á»›i ?y mà, luôn khi?n ng??i ta cô Ä'Æ¡n kh?ng khi?p.

The words you can't find, you borrow. We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone. My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart. We are not quite novels. The analogy he is looking for is almost there. We are not quite short stories. At this point, his life is seeming closest to that. In the end, we are collected works.