Quotes About Loneliness

He's turned against me too, Theon realized. Of late it seemed to him as if the very stones of Winterfell had turned against him. If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?

The Wall was like that. Sometimes he could almost forget that it was there, the way you forgot about the sky or the earth underfoot, but there were other times when it seemed as if there was nothing else in the world.

Lonely? Yes. But a solemn, brooding, tragic loneliness that a man hates with a passion—and yet loves so much he craves for more.

It is hard to die unmourned.

No one looked at him. No one spoke to him. No one paid him any mind. He was surrounded by men sworn to House Lannister, a vast host twenty thousand strong, and yet he was alone.

No one sang up there. No one ever laughed too loud. Even the gods were silent.

Outlaws or poachers, makes no matter. Dead men make poor company.

Sitting at a crowded table with men who did not share a common language with you, listening to them talk and jape whilst understanding none of it, had quickly grown wearisome. Particularly since he always found himself wondering if the japes and laughter were directed at him.

You'll think of me every time you go to bed. Then you'll get hard and you'll have no one to help you and you'll never be able to sleep unless you-" She grinned that wicked grin Tyrion liked so well. "-is that why they call it the Tower of the Hand, m'lord?

Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness.

It's the loneliness of people trapped within themselves. The loneliness of people who have said the wrong thing so often that they don't have the courage to say anything anymore.

Somewhere off in the distance, a wolf was howling. Crows circled the broken tower, waiting for corn.

If I drink enough fire wine, he told himself, perhaps I'll dream of dragons. When he was still a lonely child in the depths of Casterly Rock, he oft rode dragons through the nights, pretending he was some lost Targaryen princeling, or a Valyrian dragonlord soaring high o'er fields and mountains.

But how much can human beings know each other? Aren't all of them cut off, really? Each alone in a big, dark, empty universe? We only trick ourselves when we think that someone else is there. In the end, in the cold lonely end, it's only us, by ourselves, in the blackness. Are you there, Robb? How do I know? Will you die with me, Robb? Will we be together then? Are we together now?......... It's not enough anymore. I'm scared. Suddenly I'm scared.

His wits have gone dark as his eyes

The girls do not even have that much, he thought. Their wolves might have kept them safe, but Lady is dead and Nymeria's lost, they're all alone.

Why has no one come to pry me out of here? - Cersei

There were times—not many, but a few—when Jon Snow was glad he was a bastard.

I wonder where my big, black man has gone; Oh, I wonder where my big, black man has gone. Has he done got faded an' left me all alone?

In the networked world, there are fewer Eleanor Rigbys to sing about, for

In the networked world, there are fewer Eleanor Rigbys to sing about, for even the loneliest among us can venture out with relative anonymity and find solace in the comfort of others' lives, particularly if those lives appear equally mundane. By the way, if you don't know who Eleanor Rigby is, you probably were born after 1985 and need to listen to some real music.

No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

No one discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

Je n'ai jamais été jeune, parce que personne n'a voulu l'être avec moi.