Quotes About Loneliness

That's when I realize how much I don't want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..

We all have to feel empty sometimes.

Everyone else in the family was married, but she was single and alone, unchosen and unloved.

This was the summer when for a long time she had not been a member. She belonged to no club and was a member of nothing in the world. Frankie had become an unjoined person who hung around in the doorways, and she was afraid.

She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.

I´m a stranger in a strange land.

The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.

I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?

I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.

She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.

We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart - the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.

Loss was a night that never ended.

Smoles lived alone in this huge house for several reasons, the main one being that no one else wanted to live there with him. He had quite a time keeping staff and his dogs kept running away and he'd tried goldfish but they all ran away too—he could never figure out how, but he'd come home and find the bowls empty and the fish just plain gone.

Life was very good to me. Yet I also recall an increasing frequency of deep, inner pain. I remember days of depression. I can still feel the loneliness and the struggle. What was happening? I had every material thing and achieved all the success I could ask for. Yet I felt emotionally bankrupt.

I feel myself dissolving, vanishing into nothingness, for if there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?

If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex." "At least you know he's still available.

Alas! They were so young, so beautiful, so lonely, loving, helpless, and the hour was that in which the heart is always full, annd, having o'er itself no further power, prompts deeds eternity can not annul.

But 'tis done—all words are idle— Words from me are vainer still; But the thoughts we cannot bridle 55 Force their way without the will. Fare thee well! thus disunited, Torn from every nearer tie, Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted, More than this I scarce can die.

Those kind, plump, promiscuous girls who occupy an underrated and therapeutic position in this frequently lonely and often desperate life.

In suburbia," Van Sickler said, "no one can hear you scream.