Quotes About Loneliness

Charles did not hear the door close, yet he knew that he was alone. Though he might not always see her coming, he could always tell when he had been left behind. So simple, really. He kept getting hit by the same damn train.

No matter how much people want to feel loved, appreciated, and a part of things, they will be lonely until they make a commitment to themselves, a commitment that is so total that they will give up community and love, if necessary, to be fully who they are.

Abandonment actually is quite facilitative at this stage. When Wanderers do not let another in, whether it is parent, lover, therapist, analyst, or teacher, it is important for that helper to pull away so that Wanderers can experience fully the aloneness they have created for their own growth. Otherwise, they will be diverted from recognizing their loneliness by fighting off the assaults of others against their walls.

The larger loneliness of our lives evolves from our unwillingness to spend ourselves, stir ourselves. We are always damping down our inner weather, permitting ourselves the comforts of postponement, of rehearsals

It is our custom to close the day with a reading from the Bible. Often when we have indeed seemed heavy-laden, we have found in its words new life and courage. Here on our lonely prairie we have felt a sense of nearness to Him who 'giveth power to the faint,' and have realized anew that 'to them that hath no might He increaseth strength.' However it may be for others, I feel that no homesteaders equipment would be complete without this book of books.

People are so lonely, they spend their birthdays on the Internet, thanking people for wishing them a happy birthday, people who only know it's their birthday because Facebook told them.

know it's hard, being with the wrong person when the right person is right here.

The world fell out of love with love at some point and

am lonely in the silence and I kiss your forehead. Clearly, you have problems and your menstrual cycle issues are just the tip of the iceberg. What kind of a girl climbs into a wall? You can't accept my love when you're this messed up.

You did that, Love. You sent me away, Love.' 'And you left,' she says. 'Do you even care what it's been like for me?

The world fell out of love with love at some point

Recovering alcoholics often talk about drinking "the way they wanted to" when they were alone, drinking without the feeling of social restraint they might have had at a party or in a restaurant. There's something almost childlike about the need, and about the language we use to describe it: wanting our bottles, wanting to crawl into that dark room in our minds and curl up and be alone with our object of security.

Drinking alone is what you do when you can't stand the feeling of living in your own skin. Boswell describes this in his Life of Johnson: "I drink alone," Johnson explains, "to get rid of myself, to send myself away. Wine makes a man better pleased with himself.

I am not lonely, living this way, because I have given up expecting that loneliness can be blotted out by anyone else; my loneliness is my own cherished possession and probably my only one.

I am not lonely, living this way, because I have given up expecting that loneliness can be blotted out by anyone else; my loneliness is my own cherished possession and probably my only one." — Martha Gellhorn, in a letter to Campbell Beckett, from Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

With solitude, however, fervently it is desired and embraced, comes loneliness. T. H White, the author, offered advice to those in sadness -- learn something new.

He nodded. A curt movement of his head, and she was, for no reason at all, convinced that the man before her was not in dislike of her but simply a man who did not have words come easily to him because he'd grown up alone. She thought of him as a boy. Lonely here, with no father and no mother to hold him, only the servants for company, and Killhope as an unceasing reminder of the centuries of duty and responsibility that were his. Her heart twisted up.

Hey, I wish we hung out more in high school. Why didn't we?" "I was hiding," Jake said thoughtfully. "Me too." "You?" "In my own way." Hearing that made Jake wonder if they'd all been in hiding, if he hadn't been the only one who'd felt alone for so much of high school.

I have to find her. I check out hiding places in the lanes, behind bushes. A place where a boy could pull in a girl for a quick kiss. But there's nobody.

My own words continued to echo in my head: I shall never marry . I felt as though I had somehow crossed a vast ocean, never to return.

she wondered what she had done to deserve the loneliness that seemed to surround her.

My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

I was sitting by myself the other night doing the usual things one does when spending time alone with yourselves. You know, making mountains out of molehills, hiking up to the top of the mountains, having a Hostess Twinkie and then throwing myself off the mountain. Stuff like that.

Maybe no man is an island, but some sure look like one.