Quotes About Loneliness

Malpelo, un monellaccio che nessuno avrebbe voluto vedersi davanti, e che tutti schivavano come un can rognoso, e lo accarezzavano coi piedi, allorché se lo trovavano a tiro. Egli era davvero un brutto ceffo, torvo, ringhioso, e selvatico.

Let me be like a thing left in a corner and forgotten

She wants to see the children before she dies," pronounced his wife. "Poor thing. I expect she's very lonely and unhappy right out there in the country. Write back quickly, dear, and tell her how very welcome she is." "I'd better tip the boys the wink to be civil to her," said Godfrey, pursuing a different train of thought. "Her money's got to be left somewhere, and she was never one to be fond of cats.

rampole isn't here and nobody knows when she'll be back

but it was humanly good to be touched too, to be alone with someone at the secret feast that went all the way back to Adam and Eve. You looked at each other and felt just how old the contract was, the warm-faced commitment to the adventure, the stepping together out of the light into the rewarding darkness.

You ok?" he said. No, I'm not. I'm lonely and exhausted and no kind of mother and on top of all that migrained with fucking idiotic desire. "I'm fine," I said, and opened the passenger door.

always felt like an outsider, ever since I was a child and my family moved around so much. Some people thought I was privileged, maybe even spoiled, but really I wasn't. I was just lonely, and never truly felt at home anywhere. Until I met Sean. For the first time in my life I felt connected to another human being." She hesitated, emotion welling in her. "There's an old Irish saying: 'May I know you until the end of my days.' That was how I felt about him.

Everyone has a home but me.

I looked forward to making friends at school, but I had come late and friendships had already been formed. I couldn't find my way into their world. They seemed to have a secret code I couldn't decipher.

God challenged me to match my outsides with my insides. I had to reevaluate my priorities and my expectations for myself. It was a time of brutal honesty, loneliness, and shattered pride. But it was drenched in a message of hope and redemption.

None but the lonely heart understands my sorrows. Alone and torn from all joy, I gaze into the firmament, into the distant space. The one who loves me, who knows me, is nowhere near. I am dizzy and my insides are aflame. None but the lonely heart knows how I suffer.

The foot steps that were next to me have gone their separate ways.

My plea...is a plea to save the children. Too many of them walk with pain and fear, in loneliness and despair. Children need sunlight...They need kindness and refreshment and affection. Every home, regardless of the cost of the house, can provide an environment of love which will be an environment of salvation.

At a certain point, age becomes a triumph of spirit over loneliness.

This, by the ministries of prayer, The loneliest life with blessings crowds, Can consecrate each petty care, Make angels' ladders out of clouds.

The house of the childless is empty; and so is the heart of him that hath no wife.

It was not very long before that room again knew her, often; sitting there alone, as patient and as mild as when she had watched beside the little bed. When any sharp sense of its being empty smote upon her, she could kneel beside it, and pray GOD — it was the pouring out of her full heart — to let one angel love her and remember her.

Night in the desert. Nowhere else in all the world Night comes like this... My eyes, my human eyes, can see no end... The hard bright moon seems far, so far away— —The million, million stars that jeer at me— Great God, how big it is—and I But one more grain of sand beneath the immeasurable sky— Night in the desert...

A scream into the desert returns the echo of your own soul.

There was nothing to do for that kind of loss — no solution to it, no medicine for it. You just coped as best you could. The ache was dull but profound, like the unanswered call of a lonely coyote.

But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

Walking, working, barely breathing My thoughts, far away Heart aching, mind racing Sleep does not come easily, nor last long...

Hope is that lone bloom in the desert when you can see nothing else but sand.

That night, he pointed his nose to the cold stars and gave the long wolf-howl.