Quotes About Loneliness

Now--she reached down that far, she submerged her filthy self, full of choked cries, of loneliness and poison, until she felt it rising up. It was being pulled out, saved from herself--and she was rising along with it, slowly: who she was now, what she had lost in the past year, and what was growing, slowly, inside her, in spite of everything.

Cosa credi? Che voglia stare sola? Ma sono fatta così, non riesco ad avvicinarmi veramente a nessuno. È un dato di fatto. È come se mi mancasse quella parte d'anima che si incastra negli altri, come nel Lego. Che si unisce veramente a qualcun altro. Alla fine tutto cade a pezzi. Famiglia, amici. Non resta più niente.

That the world was silent and cold and bare and that in this lay its terrible beauty

I am first affrighted and confounded with that forelorn solitude, in which I am plac'd in my philosophy, and fancy myself some strange uncouth monster, who not being able to mingle and unite in society, has been expell'd all human commerce, and left utterly abandon'd and disconsolate (Hume, 1739, p. 311-312).

There are times when I can find myself in a book, too, for two or three hours. But afterward I have such an urge to go out and reach for other people. Very often they're not around. There's also a metaphysical loneliness. We all feel it. The burden of living one's own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share. You take a step in a house, you start moving around the house, no one else moves with you. You're walking by yourself.

Our lack of community is intensely painful. A TV talk show is not community. A couple of hours in a church pew each Sabbath is not community. A multinational corporation is neither a human nor a community, and in the sweatshops, defiled agribusiness fields, genetic mutation labs, ecological dead zones, the inhumanity is showing. Without genuine spiritual community, life becomes a struggle so lonely and grim that even Hillary Clinton has admitted "it takes a village".

The truth is I'm in a place without a bright side or a one best thing. I'm in a place where, honest to God, you feel you can kill your friends just by asking the names of stars.

The monsters in My head always knew That I would Lose you in The end

Even if it's dangerous, and painful, and so very, very lonely. One must go on fighting- It is the only honorable thing to do

Shed stallion stands in surf gazing out to sea. So large. So noble. Once so powerful. Now completely defeated and alone.

Many people feel they are missing someone

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

Meggie Folchart: Having writer's block? Maybe I can help. Fenoglio: Oh yes, that's right. You want to be a writer, don't you? Meggie Folchart: You say that as if it's a bad thing. Fenoglio: Oh no, it's just a lonely thing. Sometimes the world you create on the page seems more friendly and alive than the world you actually live in.

But at least this got Mouth thinking about how his loneliness wasn't unique. We all suffered. And I guess we all had good times too. Man - if every person who ever felt lonely killed himself, the world would be littered with corpses. And far lonelier.

From the lone sheiling of the misty islandMountains divide us, and the waste of seas—Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,And we in dreams behold the Hebrides.

There's nothing in the world more silent than the telephone the morning after everybody pans your play. It won't ring from room service your mother won't be calling you. If the phone has not rung by 8 in the morning, you're dead.

I am never lonely when I am reading the Bible. Nothing dissolves loneliness like a session with God's Word.

In deep confusion, in great despair, when I reach out for him, he is there. When I am lonely as I can be, then I know God shines his light on me.

And God stepped out on space, and He looked around and said: I'm lonely - I'll make me a world.

Beginning empty handed and alone frightens the best of men. It also speaks volumes of just how sure they are that God is with them.

Hitler is lonely. So is God. Hitler is like God.

Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California

Great God! This is an awful place.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.