Quotes About Loneliness

Jeff just didn't much give a shit after that. He'd done all he could, achieved everything a man could ever hope to—materially, romantically, paternally—and still it came to nothing, still he was left alone and powerless, with empty hands and heart. Back to the beginning; yet why begin at all, if his best efforts would inevitably prove futil

The fourteen conscious robots contemplated their cosmic loneliness for several milliseconds.

Everyone calls him Blockhead No one sings his praises Or takes him to heart... That is the kind of person I want to be

looks t o t a l l y s p a c e

Oh lonesome's a bad placeTo get crowded into.

It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the footprints of the beast, one nobody has any notion of. The white and vacant eyes of something above there, something that doesn't know we exist. I smell heartbreak up there, Jack, a heartbreak at the center of things, and in which we don't figure at all.

The animal I wanted Couldn't get into the world I can hear it crying When I sit like this away from life

We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns towards you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence. Speak of a tree full of leaves, Of a flying bird, the new Moon in the sunset, a poem, A book, a person - all the Casual hfrankealing speech Of your resonant, quiet voice. — Kenneth Rexroth, from "Loneliness," The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth , (New Directions January 17, 1966)

We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns towards you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence. Speak of a tree full of leaves, Of a flying bird, the new Moon in the sunset, a poem, A book, a person - all the Casual healing speech Of your resonant, quiet voice. — Kenneth Rexroth, from "Loneliness," The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth , (New Directions January 17, 1966)

You'd think I'd have been happiest in my life playing music in front of 50 000 people at Gillette Stadium. But let me tell you, it's an odd feeling to feel alone in the spotlight.

If naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody.

I began to get a feeling ... of being the only sane man in a nut house. It doesn't make you feel superior but depressed and scared, because there is nobody you can contact.

Men and women who are lonely create. Those who are gregarious rarely do... Any poet would rather bed with a girl than write a poem about her. All art is the result of frustration. Art is energy deflected from its normal course in action.

Magnificent desolation.

Beautiful! Beautiful! Magnificent desolation.

En suma: si decía que estaba solo, no era más que porque no tenía con quién hablar.

Artforum hasn't arrived. A state of deep melancholy has taken hold of me. I see the world through a gray veil, not even the best of jokes can exact a smile from me. I could die right now and I wouldn't notice the difference. Or maybe I would.

She didn't belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that's why she liked him-- because he just thought she was crazy.

They like the god stuff. It makes them feel special, and it makes them feel less lonely about having been left behind at the end of things

it just seems like men aren't interested in knowing women. Even the decent ones. Everything is lonely after the excitement.

Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.

A magányosság nem úgy jön létre, hogy senki nincs körülöttünk, hanem sokkal inkább azáltal, hogy senkivel nem lehet megbeszélni olyan dolgokat, amelyeket fontosnak érzünk, vagy hogy az ember érvényesnek tekint olyan gondolatokat, amelyeket a többiek valószín?tlennek tartanak.

No matter how isolated you are and how lonely you feel, if you do your work truly and conscientiously, unknown friends will come and seek you.

He ain't gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share, He must have gone crazy out there.—Michael Burton, "Night Rider's Lament