Quotes About Loneliness

I was out on a lonely road that stretched forever into the darkness. I wanted to run, to get away from him, but it was so dark, I was afraid of where I was going.

If only he hadn't tasted the loneliness on her lips and recognized the same loneliness that pervaded his soul.

Her poverty was naked on the empty streets, and if no one walked abroad she felt all the more ghastly, like a wretched sinner in the sight of God.

There it was, again, that hurt in his eyes. Maybe hurt. Something. Sadness. That was it. She detested that look. He shouldn't ever feel unhappy. It was more than unhappy. Desolate, as if he was completely alone and she'd taken his last joy from him.

He had the feeling she hadn't ever felt loved. That was going to change. He knew he loved her. He didn't know when or how it started, it just crept up on him, but he wasn't going to let her feel alone. She would always know she could count on him.

He'd always had his family, his brothers and sister, and they had formed a unit so strong, when he was younger, he hadn't thought he would ever need anyone else. Loneliness taught him otherwise.

Grace had filled those lonely places, replacing them with laughter and conversation. She'd given him the purpose he needed there in his home to maintain his balance in a world of stark duty.

You think I was out here debating whether or not to end my life because I was wounded and in pain, but that wasn't the reason. I had given up all hope of finding the woman meant for me. I was no longer certain I could endure loneliness without her.

Since no one's ever fallen in love with me, I think now's a good time. I can go out knowing someone thought I was worth that.

Once he had told her he wanted her to stay, she'd been lost in the wonder of that. No one ever wanted her. No one.

She didn't have to love him back. He probably wouldn't know what to do with it if she did. No one ever had.

He wasn't worried about being alone. He was used to it. He'd been alone most of his life, even in the midst of a crowd. He could handle that, no problem.

He had enough of bullshit lonely. Of believing he was the devil walking on earth. He might be a monster, but to this one woman, he wasn't that. He hoped the others could take notice and have hope.

Nicolas didn't want the couple there. It was petty of him and made him feel ashamed and even stupid that he wanted more time alone with Lara. He had always been so self-assured, but now he feared losing her, feared she would leave him—or stay with him because of the lifemate bond, but never find it in her heart to love him.

I'm not going to sleep with someone I don't know because I'm lonely." He laughed softly, low and amused. "Is that what you think? That you would be sleeping with me because you are lonely?" His hand was at her throat again, stroking, caressing, heating her blood. "This is why you will make love with me. This." His mouth fastened on hers.

I've been so alone, apart from life, not really knowing why i was so empty. You've filled all those empty places, cara mia. I sleep with you in my arms and have no nightmares. I open my eyes and look forward to each hour, to hear your laughter, to watch you move through my home. Your smile takes my breath away.

He pulled out of her mind abruptly. She knew because she felt bereft. Starkly alone. The feeling was raw and ugly after having him there with her. She wanted him back, and that wasn't an intelligent response.

He was lonely. He wanted his own family. A wife. Children. Someone to come home to. Someone to care for, to take care of. He needed a purpose. His lifestyle had no balance. He needed someone to become his center, to anchor him.

It was at home, when she was alone with herself, the way she'd been her entire life, that she was lost. She had no purpose. No focus. No center to balance her. Now, this man, Vittorio Ferraro, an amazing, sensual, intelligent man offered those things to her.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think? ? Christine Feehan, Dark Prince

The life was lonely, regimented, dangerous and formidable. Now that he had Grace in his life, even for a short few weeks, he wasn't willing to go back to that stark, lonely existence.

Sometimes I go into the mountains and stay by myself for days, weeks, and I'm not lonely, yet at a party, surrounded by a hundred people, I am more lonely than ever.

Raven shook her head sadly. She was becoming such a recluse, not wanting to be close to anyone, not even a sweet older woman worried about her safety. "Raven! Wait up!" She closed her eyes against the intrusion. Where was the peaceful serenity of her remote wilderness?