Quotes About Loneliness

cause me physical pain. I was burning inside. Nothing and nobody could ease the pain. I became a gray figure in the corridors. My shadow merged with the walls. Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves.

I felt like running away and not stopping until there was no more world left to run from.

Lo que pretendo decir, y sé que no es asunto mío, y no se enfade conmigo por explicárselo, es que está bien que no me quiera a mí porque soy un pobre bobo, pero algún día tendrá que querer a alguien, que la vida es muy corta y muy perra para vivirla así... Sola.

Lo que mata es la soledad, los recuerdos son peores que las balas

He] thought he smiled the way people smile who have no friends, with gratitude.

I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger.

Con el tiempo, la soledad se te mete dentro y no se va.

Caminó lentamente, despidiéndose de cada portal, de cada esquina, preguntándose se la trampa de tiempo sería cierta y algún día sólo sería capaz de recordar lo bueno, de olvidar la soledad que tantas veces le había perseguido en aquellas calles.

Entretanto, sentirse deseada y apreciada bastaba para quemar la soledad y la nostalgia de cuanto había dejado atrás.

She had around her a burning aura of loneliness.

La soledad que desprendía aquella mujer quemaba

Julián thought he smiled the way people smile who have no friends—with gratitude.

Dumneavoastr? v-aÅŸ putea spune c? e inima, îns? ceea ce-l ucide e singur?tatea. Amintirile sunt mai rele decât gloanÈ›ele.

Le podria decir a usted que es el corazon, pero lo que mata es la soledad

I've never had friends like those again, and I don't imagine I ever will.

Az ember, akinek nincs árnyék a szívében.

She doesn't have anyone. For reasons we cannot comprehend, the Good Lord doesn't always reward us during our lifetime.

he smiled the way people smile who have no friends - with gratitude.

Julián died alone, convinced that nobody would remember him or his books and that his life had meant nothing," she said. "He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

I thought about the loneliness that would take hold of me that night when I said good-bye to her, once I had run out of tricks or stories to make her stay with me any longer. I thought about how little I had to offer her and how much I wanted from her.

Nobody knew, I thought. Nobody. But I nodded, and, after kissing her on the cheek, I wandered off, walking through the streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

I looked at him and saw a lonely man, devoid of hope. I knew what I was doing when I took him home and let myself be seduced by him. I knew I was deceiving him and that he knew, too, but had nothing else in the world. That is how we became lovers, out of desperation.

Well then, since we're playing at telling the truth, let me tell you that you're always going to be alone. You'll be alone because you don't know how to love or how to share. You're like this house. It makes my hair stand on end. I'm not surprised your lady in white left you or that everyone else has too. You don't love and you don't allow yourself to be loved. p269

The scenery is colorless and depressing. It looks as though life in Hell is very harsh. And lonely. Very, very lonely.