Quotes About Loneliness

I looked deeply into the fire, and the timeless, eternal dance of colors I saw there was so beautiful, I wanted to cry. Cal's deep voice floated toward me as clearly as a whisper in a tunnel, as if his words were meant for me alone, and the found me unerringly even as the group dissolved into talking. He said the words under his breath, his gaze fixed on my face. "I banish loneliness.

I wonder if Eve could write letters in Paradise! But, poor Eve, she had no one to write to - no one to whom to tell what Eden was, no beloved child to whom her love traveled through any or all space. Poor Eve!

Sometimes it was lonely, living in silence.

I'm here if you need an ear. You can count on me." With that, she left the loft. Loretta wrapped her arms around her knees and gazed out the window at the moonlit yard, remembering another night, a lifetime ago, when Hunter had sat astride his black stallion there, his arm lifted to her in a salute, his fisted hand holding her stolen bloomers. How could it be that a Comanche understood the song her heart sang and her own aunt did not?

As quickly as they had advanced, the Comanches retreated. Loretta, buffeted by the wind, stood alone on the flats until they rode from sight. When she could no longer hear the tattoo of their horses' hooves, she held up her hands and stared at the smears of crimson that stained her skin. Hunter's blood. The ultimate sacrifice. And he had made it without a second's hesitation, out of love for her. The pain that knowledge caused her ran too deep for tears.

Ob-be mah-e-vah. " "What?" "Make room for me." He lifted the robe and joined her on the pallet. "Wha--you're not going to sleep with me?" " Nei che-ida-ha , I am very terribly cold.

this town has no soul. and nobody yields to your love. nobody yields, period.

What is it?' she cried at herself. 'What is the matter with me? Am I too becoming odd? Is this what spinsterhood does to one?'.....she made for the door her mind seemed to accept the fact that she was entering a new kind of world, the world of spinsterhood, and she saw it as something that had to be faced, lived with, endured. But with the handle of the door gripped in her hand, she looked down at it as she thought bitterly, What a waste of life!

the place seemed different without him, bare of personality. Last night she had again confronted herself, and the knowledge that she was letting herself down by even thinking the way she did and had again brought forth the rejoinder: what real harm could there be in thinking because all she would ever have of him were thoughts, She would never give herself away and so who was to know what she thought.

And so, now you know why I nearly ate you up the day you landed on the doorstep in the rain. I was lonely. I look back an' I know I've been lonely every day since Willie died. But from the minute you stepped into the kitchen, as I told you, me life seemed to change. Lad, if you walked out the morrow and I never saw you again, the memory of these last few weeks, waitin' for you comin

down. She felt weak and slightly sick. But there wasn't a stick of furniture of any kind in the place. Hastily

She realized with a sort of depressed relief that she had no close friend to call, to tell them not to worry about her.

A distant, eerie howl had risen out of the floor, from far beneath. Silent, absolutely still, she waited, and at last it came again, indefinably closer, but muffled, as if layers of stone-rooms, dungeons, cellars-were between her and it. Not human. She crouched down with her ear to the stone slabs. Somewhere down there, unguessable levels below,something prowled.

No matter how I prayed, no fairy godmother appeared. No elf or leprechaun or world-weary wizard materialised to provide the secret weapon against my foe. I remained alone in a mouse-infested cell, empty but for a pallet and the nightdress into which I now had to struggle.

There'll be days when I'm blue or angry or frustrated. Days when it seems like nothing's going right. Sometimes I feel lonely, or I might wish my life had taken a different turn or two. But when you've got the Holy Spirit living in your heart, Pete, you know for sure that God is walking with you. He's beside you and in you and all around you. And that's what I call joy.

even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn't the right word. What's the word I'm wanting here? Lonely. That's it. It was a little bit lonely.

If I was to kill everybody who didn't love me and never would, wouldn't be nobody left on the planet?

when you decide to be alone or have a family, you're pretty much choosing between feeling lonely or feeling aggravated.

My threshold for human contact had worn painfully thin. I felt like a car that had been running its lights too long on battery alone. I felt fresh out of charge, and as though I needed to plug in for days before I could have one more conversation with one more human being.

we can't even say what it is we're missing. It's like you can feel the hole, but you don't know what's supposed to fill it, because it's something you've never seen. You don't want it to be every man for himself, but it sort of is. And there's not much you can do about it. I don't mean to talk in riddles.

And that, I realized, is the worst price we pay for living in a dearth of true communication. We go through our whole lives thinking it's only us.

When you've only ever had one child, and she's gone, are you still a mother? Maybe. But I don't even know.

I guess I feel like I've been putting up this big front to the world like I don't need anybody or anything. Like I'm happier by myself. I don't like being alone any better than anybody else does. I just got confused because it was better than being with most of the people I've known.

I watched her back and thought, Is that how you make a friend? They just sort of come up and attach themselves to you, and then there you are? It had been so long since I'd made a new friend, I really didn't remember.