Quotes About Loneliness

The prospect of success in achieving our most cherished dream is not without its terrors. Who is more deprived and alone than the man who has achieved his dream?

Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou, thyself, movest alone.

City life - millions of people being lonesome together.

There is no solitude in the world like that of the big city.

Much poetry happens in the silence of 3 AM.

Ne ruši sve mostove, možda ?eš se vratiti. Nisi ptica ni leptir obalom što leti, kad nema mostova uzalud je ?eznuti, uzalud je shvatiti, uzalud je htjeti. Ne ruši sve mostove, možda ?eš se vratiti. Ostavi bar jedan most izme?u srca i mene, u samo?i je lakše neshva?eno shvatiti, mogle bi te nazad nagnati uspomene.

Preda mnom je no? bez sna, nedogledna, jarosna, ubila?ka pustinja. ?ini mi se da je živo bi?e ne?e preživetini videti joj kraja. A meni valja živeti i ?ekati. Živeti sa nadom, u ?ekanju. Pa i bez nade.

Nikako ne može da se sabere. Prisje?a se da je htio nekog da bije; htio je nekog da upita što je ovo s njim, ali bilo se naobla?ilo, i kasna no?; i nikog nije bilo, ni koga da pita, ni s kim da se bije.

Nascose la testa fra le mani e pianse senza ritegno. Le lacrime le rigavano le guance, restando intrappolate tra le perle e i diamanti di girocollo. Si sentiva così sola.

That was the biggest problem with getting used to someone, she thought. You were lonely when they weren't there.

Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he'd found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she'd worn the first time he'd seen her. Studying it, knowing he had no intention of giving it back to her, he felt like a fool.

Why do people live in places like this? There's nothing here. You see all that sky?" she asked Roarke. "You shouldn't be able to see that much sky from down here. It can't be good for you.

being alone. He wanted a woman

Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he'd found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she'd worn the first time he'd seen her.

No papers, no money; no family, no friends, no sense of who you are. The obscurest of the obscure, so obscure as to be a prodigy.

I become a spherical reflecting eye moving through the wilderness and ingesting it. Destroyer of the wilderness, I move through the land cutting a devouring path from horizon to horizon. There is nothing from which my eye turns. I am all that I see. Such loneliness! Not a stone, not a bush, not a wretched provident ant that is not comprehended in this traveling sphere. What is there that is not me? I am a transparent sac with a black core full of images and a gun.

And what is the upshot of this lack of heat, this lack of heart? The upshot is that he is sitting alone on a Sunday afternoon in an upstairs room in a house in the depths of the Berkshire countryside, with crows cawing in the fields and a grey mist hanging overhead, playing chess with himself, growing old, waiting for evening to fall so that he can with a good conscience fry his sausages and bread for supper.

Bueno, está claro que no es fácil tener una conversación humana contigo, joven David. Creo que voy a buscar a otra persona con la que hablar.

You are like a stick insect, Michaels, whose sole defence against a universe of predators is its bizarre shape. You are like a stick insect that has landed, God knows how, in the middle of a great wide flat bare concrete plain. You raise your slow fragile stick-legs one at a time, you inch about looking for something to merge with, and there is nothing. Why did you ever leave the bushes, Michaels?

Even if you choose someone who is not necessarily the love of your life, married life will be better than what you have now, with just your father and yourself. It is not good to sleep alone night after night.

Batwoman: What was it like growing up with him? Nightwing: When I was a kid, I idolized him. Hell... I wanted to be him. But the older I got, the more I realized that I didn't know him at all. How could I? Bruce Wayne is as much a mask as Batman. And I think the only thing behind those masks is pain. A pain he refuses to share with anyone. Batwoman: So what was it like? Nightwing: Lonely.

Perryville without

I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread...

Yeah." Rhage sighed. "All I want is one good female. But I guess I'll settle for quantity until I find her. Life just sucks, doesn't it?