Quotes About Loneliness

She lay brooding in the dark for hours. Occasionally, she could hear a whoop or laugh from the direction of the campfire. Danielle's breathing got deeper and she slept the sleep of the dead and Gracie wished she'd gotten that snake from Dakota. She'd never hated her father before.

In the darkened cab of his eighteen-speed Model 379 Peterbilt, the Lizard King was alone, quiet and still, the cab perched over 550 horses of steel muscle under the iconic squared-off snout.

He was an extremely intelligent and perceptive man, and consequently doomed to a life of emotional and intellectual loneliness.

Still, though, when he became the Lizard King he knew his presence made a statement. People shied away from him when they saw him coming. Conversations stopped as he passed by, like there was some kind of malevolent black cloud hanging over his head. And when he stared at others they tended to quickly look away. It used to bother him, but now he took a kind of perverse pride in it. He didn't want to make new friends, anyway. What was the point?

God, how sometimes he hated the distances. Everything out here was just so far from the next.

Maybe shy is when you're lonely and you don't think anybody can help you.

Without compunction, pity or shame, they've built towering walls around me. Desperate, I sit and think one thing: alone here this fate confounds me. For there were many things I'd hoped to do out there. With all the construction, how was I not aware? Yet the crack and clang of hammers I never once heard. Imperceptibly they've confined me from the outside world. ("Walls")

Where was it written that I, child of no one, deserved such joy? It only happened at night, this abyss of dread, never during the day. Only in the empty hours between today and yesterday, when I was alone with my sleeping lover and the weight of the past crept upon me like a reproachful ghost.

The loneliness pervading me was physical, like a voyager who has grown weary after years of wandering and now seeks the road home.

Quis contar, não valia a pena. Ninguém entenderia.

Num deserto de almas também desertas, uma alma especial reconhece de imediato a outra - talvez por isso, quem sabe? Mas nenhum deles se perguntou. Não chegaram a usar palavras como especial, diferente ou qualquer outra assim. Apesar de, sem efusões, terem se reconhecido no primeiro segundo do primeiro minuto. Acontece porém que não tinham preparo algum para dar nome às emoções, nem mesmo para tentar entendê-Ias. (Aqueles dois, p. 107-108)

Ria sozinha quase o tempo todo, uma moça magra querendo controlar a própria loucura, discretamente infeliz.

Num deserto de almas também desertas, uma alma especial reconhece de imediato a outra.

The more time you spend "connecting" on these services, the more isolated you're likely to become.

In the early days of adopting a conversation-centric mindset, you might miss the security blanket of what Stephen Colbert astutely labeled "little sips of online connection," & the sudden loss of weak ties to the fringes of your social network might induce moments of loneliness. But as you trade more of this time for conversation, the richness of these analog interactions will far outweigh what you're leaving behind.

Whatever I thought right seemed bad to others; whatever seemed wrong to me, others approved of. I ran into feuds wherever I found myself, I met disfavor wherever I went; if I longed for happiness, I only stirred up misery; so I had to be called "Woeful": Woe is all I possess.

You will never know the exquisite pain of the guy who goes home alone. Cause without the bitter, baby, the sweet ain't as sweet.

The kind of cold that comes when the heart gives up on itself and abandons hope, a cold no fire on on earth could ever warm.

No matter how much my heart cried out to be alone. For there was something in it that was clambering to get out. A thing I had not known was there until now. A thing with claws, teeth, and a temper, though I still didn't know what it was called.

In my fairy- tale ending, we would have both survived the war and called it a miracle, but it seems that triumph in life is infinitely more subtle. I am damaged from the war, but I'm not broken. My heart is, at times, lonely, but I am still loved. Life was never meant to be as perfect as I had supposed; rather we are to adapt, make our best choices, and then live with the consequences, learning that it will all be okay.

In this troublesome world we are never quite satisfied. When you were here, I thought you hindered me some in attending to business; but now, having nothing but business—no variety—it has grown exceedingly tasteless to me...I hate to stay in this old room by myself. —Abraham Lincoln

Love on one side only is almost as worse than no love at all.

Each time he faced personal tragedy or weakness, he found his strength not in the sympathy of others, but in the harsh ordeal of unfamiliar new challenges and lonely adventure.

It wasn't until later, when I was lying in bed, alone with my thoughts,that I felt uneasy feeling return. This is why you should never be alone with your thoughts, I thought. You thoughts are shitty company. They eat all the pizza and don't help clean up and they make you get all freaked out about the future.