Quotes About Loneliness

Val la pena esser solo, per essere sempre più solo?

BaÅŸkas?ndan nefret eden bir insan hiçbir zaman yaln?z deÄŸildir.

L'idea di passare un'altra notte bianca mi atterrì.

no ya prisionero entre muros y barrotes, sino aislado en un vacío frío, que el mundo ignoraba. Ahí estaba el verdadero castigo: que el mundo excluyera al recluso. No anhelaba tanto salir como que el mundo entrase en mi vacío y lo coloreara, lo calentara con ademanes o palabras.

Men who have a tempestuous inner life and do not seek to give vent to it by talking or writing are simply men who have no tempestuous inner life. Give company to a lonely man and he will talk more than anyone.

Aloneness seems to be the heart of discipline [...] You cannot develop yourself properly unless you give up your need for companionship. Once you give up your search for companionship, you can make friends with your loneliness. At that point, you become a genuine practitioner.

There are odd things in life, and one of them is pain. The odd thing about pain is this: you can't avoid it. You just can't. Maybe if you lived in a sealed room your whole life you could, but that would be lonely and cause you emotional pain, and it might mean you've been kidnapped, so...just don't live sealed rooms. Also...you can't avoid pain.

Nasib adalah kesunyian masing-masing

Ah ternyata hatimu yang tak memberi. Mampus kau dimakan sepi

Yang terampas dan yang putus... Kelam dan angin lalu mempesiang diriku, Menggigir juga ruang di mana dia yang kuingin, Malam tambah merasuk, rimbajadi semati tugu. ....

I am a solitary wave in the dark and desolate sea: and the sparkling glass I drank was drugged with misery.

And though the implication is that I am the sort who is always careful and preparing, I that that's not right, either' in fact I feel I have not really been living anywhere or anytime, not for the future and not in the past and not at all of-the-moment, but rather in a lonely dream of an oblivion, the nothing-of-nothing drift from one pulse beat to the next, which is really the most bloodless marking-out, automatic and involuntary. [pp. 320-321]

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

There's nothing to talk about to strangers anymore, if you know what I mean. Everything I want to say, I say to her.

He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running. He closed his eyes. ("Hunger")

The winters came early, the rains not often enough, the locusts rose in biblical scale, the land broke hard to the plow, the price for the crops hardly ever enough, the isolation beyond imagination, the long nights forever, and summer sun exploding in their faces and searing their dreams with flames.

As I learned the ropes I learned that for many good and sound reasons the bosses and the captains sent a guy to whack you who was your friend. The obvious factor was that the shooter could get close to you in a lonely spot.

But now, severed from the companion of my infancy, the partaker of all my thoughts, my cares, and my wishes, I was like one set afloat upon a stormy sea, hanging his safety upon a plank; night was closing upon him, and an unexpected surge had torn him from his hold and overwhelmed him forever.

Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist.

I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.

Above the sky, everything is beautiful, but alone. (Au-dessus du ciel, Tout est beau, mais seul)