Quotes About Loneliness

Then a dark shape would glide across the star-covered sky, everyone would look up and the laughter would stop. It wasn't exactly what you'd call fear, rather a strange sadness--a sadness that had nothing human about it any more, for it lacked both courage and hope. This was how animals waited to die. It was the way fish caught in a net watch the shadow of the fisherman moving back and forth above them.

Hun ba for de døde og sendte lykkønskningsbrev til de levende hver gang det var bryllup eller barnedåp - akkurat som engelskmennene i koloniene, som drakk seg fulle i all ensomhet hver gang London feiret dronningens fødselsdag.

In general, you know that I am completely isolated from society and am unaware of all the recently adopted directives regarding the press.

The egocentricity which motivated it was not that of the spoiled, but of the too little spoiled; the lonely. Had she been an artist she would have painted a self-portrait; instead she decorated two rooms, charging them with objects which some visitor, some day, would recognize and understand. And through that understanding he would divine all the capacities and longings she had found in herself and was unable to communicate.

I've felt as if I didn't exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can't imagine how much alone I've been all my life.

I have nobody in the world. I'll kill myself. That's best. Everyone will say, It's for the best that she killed herself, she's better off dead . . . I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it . . .

I don't think I can marry, I'm not fit for it, I'm not real enough. That's the trouble. I'm a puppet that's realised what's wrong with itself and it's horrible . I'm propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I'm propped up crying in a corner.

And now she had run into an emptiness more final than any words of rejection. He was gone and would make himself a stranger to her for ever.

He felt misery, loneliness, a terrible need for love.

There are mysterious agencies of the human mind which, like roving gases, travel the world, causing pain and mutilation, without their owners having any full awareness, or even any awareness at all, of the strength and the whereabouts of these exhalations... So it is that we can be terrors to each other, and people in lonely rooms suffer humiliation and even damage because of others in whose consciousness perhaps they scarcely figure at all.

Oh my life is so awful, it's just so awful to be me, you don't know what it's like waking every morning and finding the whole horror of being yourself still there.

But now more often the old stale hopeless weariness overcame him: the black sickness which almost no one else , certainly not his nearest dearest friends, could understand at all . The idea of giving up the world, which had given him for a time so much life-energy, appeared now as a sort of fake suicide, a ghastly play-image of his death. This fatal falseness-of-heart was what perhaps Father Damien, on further acquaintance, had now seen in him.

I have no close friends, that is, no friends.

I'll never be happy, how can you love me, I'm awful, I'm covered with spiders, I'm doomed .

All chances of happiness are gone from me. Just being with myself is hell all the time anyway.

I just want to serve and help people and be good to everybody, only it always goes wrong somehow—I think about suicide all the time, every bloody day I want to die and stop this torture, but I go crawling on . . . I'm so Christ-awful bloody lonely I could scream with it for hours on end.

The agony was of suddenly feeling herself so separate and so secret.

You see, nobody cares about me except you. You don't know what that's like. You've always had people who cared. You've always had people . I've never had anybody. No wonder I feel frustrated.

He can do anything he likes and I'm so lonely, oh so lonely— And I put up with it because there was nothing else to do—

Forgive me for not being able to be with you.

He felt himself falling into a state, very common when he was younger, of being totally cut off from the society he was in.

I could not see other human beings at present.

Eccentrics with unseeing eyes glided through, savouring amid so much society their own particular loneliness and private sins and sorrows.

Well, we all three loved and comforted each other. We were poorish and lonely and awkward together.