Quotes About Loneliness

Right now I'm not involved with anybody, but I hope by 75 I will be again.

I was much too far out all my lifeAnd not waving but drowning.

Into the dark night Resignedly I go, I am not so afraid of the dark night As the friends I do not know, I do not fear the night above As I fear the friends below.

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees, And Love me, they cried again, but it was only to tease. Once I cried Love me to the people, but they fled like a dream, And when I cried Love to my friend, she began to scream. Oh why do they leave me, the beautiful people, and only the rocks remain, To cry Love me, as I cry Love me, and Love me again.

Raise from your bed of languor Raise from your bed of dismay Your friends will not come tomorrow As they did not come today You must rely on yourself, they said, You must rely on yourself, Oh but I find this pill so bitter said the poor man As he took it from the shelf Crying, O sweet Death come to me Come to me for company, Sweet Death it is only you I can Constrain for company.

Its protagonists were lonely and Williams explores their past and present lives in the kind of tedious detail that could only appeal to retards who appreciate 'literary depth' and 'characterisation'.

Niets is zo mooi als de eerste eenzame minuten met iemand die jou zou kunnen beminnen en iemand die je zelf zou kunnen beminnen. Er bestaat niets dat zo stil is als die minuten, niets zo verzadigd met liefdelijke verwachting. In die paar minuten heeft men lief, niet in de vele die volgen. Nooit meer weet zij, zal zo iets schoons hen overkomen. Blijer zullen ze misschien worden, beter ook, en oneindig tevreden met elkaars lichaam. Maar nooit zal het meer zo schoon zijn.

Är det att leva, att man är så ohyggligt ensam att man inte ens förmår att smitta ner de 'friska' med sin 'sjukdom'?

When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It's as if she can't sob when she's not in a lying position - either that or she has to start sobbing the moment she lies down.

Med näsduken pressad mot ett öga i taget gråter han av tomhet, gråter och gråter, ty tomheten har fler tårar än någonting annat.

aspirava a uma paz que só a inocência na solidão pode proporcionar, a paz de um solitário inocente, que não abandonou nem traiu ninguém para estar só, um solitário que se conserva à margem do sangue e do sofrimento, sem que lhe possam ser pedidas contas.

Melandra shivered, remembering all the hours she had spent alone as a young girl, and the tall, sinister shadows that might have waited for her in the tangled corners of the garden playgrounds.

Ays is my lost soul, he though, my lost soul wandering.

He seemed to be dancing alone, Cressida a mere elemental shadow around him. How beautiful he looked.

The sacrifice of men guarantees we women still have these splendid domains to wander around, but we wander around them alone.

I rambled on incoherently, to an equally incoherent Aniti, about the sacrifices I had made for my lone life's path, which precluded all intimate relationships of a long-term nature.

Lily found herself wondering whether his story was genuine. Perhaps he only wanted it to be. A sad chord sounded in her heart. He seemed at once lonely and deluded, waiting for the saviour he called Azazel. Lily felt Shem wold only laugh at him. No, she thought bitterly. He'll seduce him, then laugh.

The only person who cared about him now was Leeth, and her intensity often irritated him.

Did he imagine the rustle of garments, the brief touch of fingers on his brow? He opened his eyes, expection violation, but there was no one there.

A renegade burned out among the stars last night.

Lonely Ays, imprisoned in an icy structure he had built around his heart. Casmeer did not like this person, but neither could he abandon him. Not yet. Ays had a story, a life. It had to be written. A history had formed for Ays, a changeable history. Where had it come from?

You were a lonely child," Tiy pronounced, "and you are a lonely woman.