Quotes About Loneliness

He talks about despair, how it drives in silence.

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

Eu queria que ele soubesse que, quando se sentisse sozinho no mundo... podia contar comigo.

Wish that there was someone I could explain this to. Someone who might understand what I'm feeling. And for one small second, I do imagine the person I could talk to, about finding this door, and losing it. He would understand. But that's one door that needs to stay shut.

Dans ce jeu de tir à la corde, je tire de mon côté alors qu´il ný a personne à l´extrémitée opposée

I'm a planet without a sun, I'm already cold and dead - Cody

Sometimes, the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

anymore time in that black hole and ill go insane.

I haven't have fun for a long time," Kaia said with a pout. "Me, either. Except with myself, but I don't suppose that counts." "It does the way I do it.

Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch

When I thought about it, I understood. Sometimes the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

Beginning empty-handed and alone frightens the best of men. It also speaks volumes of just how sure they are that God is with them.

Gilda, if your marriage is so bad why don't you get out of it?" "I'm afraid to be alone.

then I took out a notepad and wrote my first poem. Across three thousand miles of sea and through strange England's smiling, and into a wee Scots Highland town there is a lad who's crying. Oh fool the world, he could, he could, a man at twenty years . . . but all alone in that Highland town there is a boy in tears.

Across three thousand miles of sea and through strange England's smiling, and into a wee Scots Highland town there is a lad who's crying. Oh fool the world, he could, he could, a man at twenty years . . . but all alone in that Highland town there is a boy in tears.

There's a certain kind of lonely man who rejects love, because he believes that anyone who offers it wouldn't be a lover worth having.

We've been three people and an octopus all of my life, and now the octopus is gone.

A restaurant on the moon could not have had less atmosphere.

Under certain circumstances, one nowhere feels as lonely and lost as in the metropolitan crowd.

On silver soles I climbed down the thorny stairs, and I walked into the white-washed room. A light burned there silently, and without speaking I wrapped my head in purple linen; and the earth threw out a childlike body, a creature of the moon, that slowly stepped out of the darkness of my shadow, with broken arms, stony waterfalls sank away, fluffy snow

Spiders seek my heart. There is a light that dies in my mouth. At night I found myself upon a heath, Thick with filth and stardust. In the hazel copse Crystal angels have chimed again.

Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me.

I rolled over and faced the cracked green wall. I regretted that simple action immediately; it had felt like a slow-motion film with every other frame missing.

Ah, many a one has started forth with hope and purpose high; Has fought throughout a weary life, and passed all pleasure by; Has burst all flowery chains by which men aye have been enthralled; Has been stone-deaf to voices sweet, that softly, sadly called; Has scorned the flashing goblet with the bubbles on its brim; Has turned his back on jeweled hands that madly beckoned him; Has, in a word, condemned himself to follow out his plan By stern and lonely labor--and has died, a conquered man!