Quotes About Loneliness

My mother had always taught me to write about my feelings instead of sharing really personal things with others, so I spent many evenings writing in my diary, eating everything in the kitchen and waiting for Mr. Wrong to call.

Eigenlijk geloof ik niets, en twijfel ik aan alles, zelfs aan U. Maar soms, wanneer ik denk dat Gij waarachtig leeft, dan denk ik, dat Gij Liefde zijt, en eenzaam, en dat, in zelfde wanhoop, Gij mij zoekt, zoals ik U.

Ik sta op de rand der wereld en roep: 'Waar zijt Gij?' De echo antwoordt: 'Zijt gij? Gij?

Waarschijnlijk is het beter, dat ik van nu af aan in afzondering leef, dat is een draaglijker soort eenzaamheid dan die, ondergaan in het gezelschap van een ander.

Daar, in dat meubelloze, ondanks de gezinsgrootte lege kamertje, temidden van de stapel naar verschaalde terpentijn riekende kerstbomen, ervoer ik voor het eerst in volle hevigheid de verlatenheid, die de onmiddellijke nabijheid van een in stomme aanbidding vereerd maar voor altijd onbereikbaar wezen inhoudt.

Een mooie avond,' zei Frits. 'Zoek jij ook graag de ellende van deze wereld? Wandel je Zondags ook graag op kerkhoven? De meeste mensen denken nergens aan.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate

she was determined to overcome her loneliness. She allowed no one else to know of the inner struggle, and she fought the battle alone, realizing that no one could help her. The

If I had married a woman intelligent enough to guide me, to rule me without my feeling that I was ruled, I should have taken good care of my money, I should have had children, and I should not be, as now I am, alone in the world and possessing nothing.

The certain, lonely knowledge [120] that everything is vain but grief.

Bore: A man who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.

How cruel that she had really seen him, touched him. That he had been real, not another phantasm drifting greyly among the trees, a little gasp of loneliness from her afflicted mind. But a beautiful face, and a voice not merely familiar but in her bones. The Ridgerunner was gone, and she could still smell him on her hands.

The sign was done in blue lights and it kind of hung like a ghost there in the dripping trees. It swung and you could hear it creak. Just the sign, and nothing else.

A lonely man thinks of nothing but friendship, just as a repressed man thinks of nothing but flesh.

I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.

A stark sense of isolation encloses anyone who looks outward for validation.

The holidays make her feel as if she's supposed to be in a cuddle, since everybody else suddenly seems paired off, like mittens, slippers or AA batteries.

Feeling lonely? Wish you had a special someone to help fill the void? Reconsider your definition of romance, reconnect to your passions and be swept away.

The world had gone too quiet and the possibility that she and Lou were the only ones left alive tickled at her brain like the tiny, scuttling legs of a black spider.

Even in a city as small as Ferrara, you can manage, if you like, to disappear for years and years, one from another, living side by side like the dead

Inca de pe atunci, indepartat de la orice caldura si bucurie, ma ascundeam, ma linisteam pe mine insumi, in reveria lacoma, in solitara rumegare a lumii reintregite prin eu. Nu eram placut celorlalti, iar ura m-a intarcuit in singuratate. Singuratatea m-a facut mai trist si mai antipatic; tristetea mi-a strans inima si mi-a ascutit mintea. Firea mea deosebita m-a indepartat chiar de cei mai apropiati, iar despartirea m-a facut si mai deosebit.

Sentirse completamente solo en el mundo, abandonado de repente por todos, abatido por el peso de una vergüenza desconocida o de alguna condena silenciosa es algo más pavoroso y misterioso que la muerte.

NOTTE Dl VENTO Allora sentii che non c'era, che non ci sarebbe mai più... La tenebra vidi più nera, più lugubre udii la bufera... uuh... uuuh... uuuh.. Venia come un volo di spetri, gridando ad ogni émpito più: un fragile squillo di vetri seguiva quelli ululi tetri... uuh... uuuh... uuuh.. Oh! solo nell'ombra che porta quei gridi... (chi passa laggiù?) Ohl solo nell'ombra già morta per sempre... (chi batte alla porta?) uuh... uuuh... uuuh...

When the wind and sea are howling there is nothing more terrifying than the call that goes unanswered.