Quotes About Loneliness

Sentia-se muito jovem; e, ao mesmo tempo, indizivelmente velha. Passava como uma navalha através de tudo; e ao mesmo tempo ficava de fora, olhando. Tinha a perpétua sensação, enquanto olhava os carros, de estar fora, longe e sozinha no meio do mar; sempre sentira que era muito, muito perigoso viver, por um só dia que fosse.

pensé en lo desagradable que era que le dejaran a uno fuera; y pensé que quizás era peor que le encerraran a uno dentro;

E poi, ora che era condannato, abbandonato da tutti, completamente solo, come è solo chi sta per morire, c'era un privilegio in questo, un isolamento che aveva del sublime, una libertà che chi ha legami non potrà mai conoscere.

Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossiblity of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded; one was alone. There was an embrace in death.

You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.

She was like Marat only with nobody to kill her.

Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.

Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words.

The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.

Solitude was corrupting me.

leaving for a day or two that hopeless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curve of a bridge; a thing impossible to capture.

At the hotel we had separate rooms, but in the middle of the night she came sobbing into mine, and we made it up very gently. You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.

I was always lonely and I am lonely still.

really, what a strange man he is, thought klara, with that aching feeling of loneliness which always overcomes us when someone dear to us surrenders to a daydream in which we have no place.

a halál nem több, csak a magány végtelen töredékeinek teljesebb kollekciója.

And yet I have been fashioned so painstakingly," thought Cincinnatus as he wept in the darkness. "The curvature of my spine has been calculated so well, so mysteriously. I feel, tightly rolled up in my calves, so many miles that I could yet run in my lifetime. My head is so comfortable Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â The clock struck a half, pertaining to some unknown hour.

a shoe-shaped bath tub, within which I felt like Marat but with no white-necked maiden to stab me.

La muerte no era otra cosa que una reunión más completa de los infinitos fragmentos de la soledad.

Love, most likely. They don't know how dreary it is, how degrading.

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Blunders, gropings, disappointment; surely the Cupid serving him was left-handed, with a weak chin and no imagination. And alongside these feeble romances there had been hundreds of girls of whom he had dreamed but whom he had never got to know; they had just slid past him, leaving for a day or two that hopeless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curve of a bridge; a thing quite impossible to capture

He could not even see the bluish glimmer of a window or those faint patches of light which come to stay with the walls at night

my own company being intolerable, since it excited me too much and to no purpose

Eis a pessoa que eu quero. Olá, pessoa! Não me ouve.