Quotes About Loneliness

Mister Singer reminded her of this music. She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram full of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.

In her mind she could remember about six different tunes from the pieces of his [Mozart's] she had heard. A few of them were kind of quick and tinkling, and another was like that smell in springtime after a rain. But they all made her somehow sad and excited at the same time. She hummed one of the tunes, and after a while in the hot, empty house by herself she felt the tears come in her eyes.

Frances wanted the whole world to die.

This was the summer when for a long time she had not been a member. She belonged to no club and was a member of nothing in the world. Frankie had become an unjoined person who hung around in doorways, and she was afraid.

Todos los días eran iguales para ellos, porque estaban tan solos que nada les estorbaba

el corazón es un cazador solitario con un solo deseo! Para encontrar un consuelo duradero en los brazos del fuego de otro ... impulsado por un hambre desesperada a los brazos de una luz de neón, el corazón es un cazador solitario cuando hay señales de amor a la vista.

There is something about a dark cold night that makes you feel close to someone you're sleeping with. When you talk together it is like you are the only people awake in the town.

Harry: I supposed getting married wouldn't be any worse than killing myself.

Or maybe there was no one there at all and you'd gone out so no matter how hard I shouted there was no one there.

The light on her face was a lesson, a book that she hoped he would want to read, but he looked away from her...she did not want this man to leave her alone. He was kind. And she feared the loneliness of dreaming

I know how loud the seconds can sound as you stand by a window and peer out into the night.

Sometimes, in the dark of night, when no one else could hear him but me, he'd cry out, like he was fighting some silent little war in his head.

Only Gracie knew what it was like to wake up at night and feel how cold sheets can get on the empty side of a bed.

I can only assume that there's only one thing more frustrating than not being able to find someone, and that's not being found. I would want someone to find me, more than anything.

She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.

But I can now understand why people read, why they like to get lost in somebody else's life. Sometimes I'll read a sentence and it will make me sit up, jolt me, because it is something that I have recently felt but never said out loud. I want to reach into the page and tell the characters that I understand them, that they're not alone, that I'm not alone, that it's ok to feel like this. And then the lunch bell rings, the book closes, and I'm plunged back into reality.

But where pain was, healing could come; where loneliness was, new relationships could be formed; where rejection was, new love could be found. It was a moment. And moments changed. She would have to live through the moment to get to the next.

then when the hurt goes, anger takes its place; when the anger runs out of system, loneliness steps in to take over. it's a never ending circle of emotions; every lost emotion being replaced by another.

nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart.

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

Fear drives us to do many things in our lives. For me, the fear of losing a loved one, and all those terrifying thoughts of what it's like to be left behind and feel alone, drove me to conceive

The world went on, simple as that, and there was no bubble big enough to protect her.

How can a place be a home if no one wants you there? This is not a home.

she'd learned that the more people there were, the lonelier she felt.