Quotes About Loneliness

It took a lot to excite me. I didn't care. I didn't like New York. I didn't like Hollywood. I didn't like rock music. I didn't like anything. Maybe I was afraid. That was it— I was afraid. I wanted to sit alone in a room with the shades down. I feasted upon that. I was a crank I was a lunatic.

I guess lesbianism wasn't so rampant in those days, they would've gotten a bunk with each other and just left me alone, you know. Which would have been just as well, you know..

La monotonia, un lavoro fisso che non portava a niente, anime che cercavano altre anime per sfuggire ad imbarazzanti silenzi ed una città senza stimoli che cercava di camuffare la noia dietro falsi sorrisi, musica assordante e belle gambe inavvicinabili. Niente di buono. Ma era incredibile come la gente riusciva ad adattarsi

now it's computers and more computers and soon everybody will have one, 3-year-olds will have computers and everybody will know everything about everybody else long before they meet them. nobody will want to meet anybody else ever again and everybody will be a recluse like I am now

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness

Él era un hombre muy feo, su rostro cubierto de cicatrices. Pero si lo veías por un largo rato podías descubrir su belleza. La belleza la tenía en sus ojos, en su estilo y en su rabiosa soledad.

ama genellikle, o en yoÄŸun ve tutkulu anlarda, bir kez daha sinema salonunda etraf?ndaki çiftler kumrular gibi f?s?lda??rken elindeki patlam?? m?s?r torbas?yla bir ba??na oturan yaln?z adam olmay? arzulard?m.

and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.

I feel for the lonely, I sense their need, but I also feel that the lonely are for one another and that they should find each other and leave me alone.

No need to act all hoity-toity. Aloofness is a bore. We're all lonely in one way or another.

I am dying by inches, from not having any body to talk to about insects...

When Ada disappeared into the trees, it was like a part of the richness of the world had gone with her. He had been alone in the world and empty for so long. But she filled him full, and so he believed everything that had been taken out of him might have been for a purpose. To clear space for something better. -Cold Mountain

the you you are with others is not you. To be lonesome is to be who you most fully are.

It was simple, and not one she'd ever found the strength to follow. The idea was, the you you are with others is not you. To be lonesome is to be who you most fully are. And also maybe something about the great reluctance with which we let go of our belief in a just God.

For when all things were made, none was made better than this: to be a lone man's companion, a sad man's cordial, a chilly man's fire. . . . There is no herb like it under the canopy of heaven.

Epstein was one of thousands, if not millions, of people—undoubtedly mostly men—who've been suckered into thinking a machine was a potential date.

All men are islands, surrounded by the bottomless oceans of unthinking night.

You want to know what it's like to emigrate to Saturn system? Imagine spending six years in a straitjacket tied to the outside of a skyscraper, with only a couple dozen similar lunatics for company.

I passed through this stage years ago on Venus, where I was so unfashionable that eventually I almost convinced myself I no longer cared that nobody wanted me; but recent events have reawakened my need for intimacy.

But otherwise it's darkness, darkness, as far as the eye can see.

It seems I have not been truly myself for a long time," he says, barely whispering, a dry, papery sound like files shuffling in a dead document archive.

All those nights looking up at the sky, wanting to be there, away from the grief of being here.

Writing is a journey into the unknown. Say who you are, really say it in your life and in your work. Tell someone out there who is lost, someone not yet born, someone who won't be born for 500 years. Your writing will be a record of your time. It can't help but be that. But more importantly, if you're honest about who you are, you'll help that person be less lonely in their world because that person will recognise him or herself in you and that will give them hope.

Why did you leave me?How could you do that to me?That note you left didn`t explain,didn`t tell me anything,just said you were going and not coming back and not to look for you.Not look for you!How could you think i wouldn`t?Did you really believe I´d let you go like that?You must have known i would go crazy,wondering where you were,what was happening to you...you must have known what you had done to me,vanishing like that. -Domenico Alessandros