Quotes About Loneliness

There are no small number of people in this world who, solitary by nature, always try to go back into their shell like a hermit crab or a snail.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

Mother Earth has never been more crowded, yet her inhabitants have never been more lonely.

...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...

...a man's blood soon runs cold where there is no one around to warm it up.

The day stared back an empty gray, with not a speck of white to give character to the lifeless sky.

He sounded absolutely miserable. "Are you ever going to speak to me?

Tender Ember...Barred and brandedto be forever unlovedI was a tender emberseeking solace from above...

The soul hardly ever realizes it, but whether he is a believer or not, his loneliness is really a homesickness for God.

It's an odd feeling-farewell-there is some envy in it. Men go off to be tested for courage and if we're tested at all, it's for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness.

If you give yourself totally to the nonviolence struggle for peace and justice you also find that people give you their hearts and you will never go hungry and never be alone.

It seems to be that loneliness is a small price to pay for peace and quiet.

You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.

Somewhere in the rain, there will always be an abandoned dog that prevents you from being happy.

I didn't have any pets growing up.

Harry was just thinking that all he needed was for Dumbledore's pet bird to die while he was all alone in the office with it, when the bird burst into flames.

I don't move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it's become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.

This world does not exist to you when you are missing.

Those who commit suicide, pensive, lonely, philosophers, are awake in life, which is a serious crime. In life everybody must be asleep.

Loneliness is a poison, but aloneness is a catalyst.

I was up all night just to talk to myself about you.

The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter?