Quotes About Loneliness

He was wrong, somehow, and he wanted to be all right, but it was almost as if there was some secret nobody would tell him, so he was always going to be stuck outside.

The No filled the whole air of the house. Every time she breathed in she breathed in that No.

It was almost as if he'd been a ghost in all those rooms, all those days, a ghost in his own life.

So he left her, and she was alone. Very few people cared for her, and she for very few people. She remained alone with herself, waiting.

If only there weren't so many other people in the world,' he said lugubriously.

She, herself, was so forlorn and unused, not a female at all, just a mere thing of terrors.

He felt if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

There was only this one lamp-post. Behind was the great scoop of darkness, as if all the night were there.

And he could go on in life, existing from day to day, without connection and without hope. For he did not know what to do with himself.

And she had discovered him, discovered in him a rare potentiality, discovered his loneliness.

He felt that if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.

She felt weak and utterly forlorn. She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help.

With the English, nothing could save him from being the eternal outsider, not even love.

He felt a sort of emptiness, almost like a vacuum in his soul. He was unsettled and restless.

And looking ahead, the prospect of her life made her feel as if she were buried alive.

Miriam entered. All alone? she said. Yes. As if at home, she took off her tam o'shanter and her long coat, hanging them up. It gave him a thrill. This might be their own house, his and hers.

Lei è come un fiore dietro un sasso, vicino a una pozza gelata. No, lei non vive abbastanza.

Aaron Sisson was the last man on the little black railway-line

He had no future in the world: of that he was conscious. He had no future in this life. Even if he lived on, it would only be a kind of enduring. But he felt the after-life belonged to him. Future in the world he could not give her. Life in the world he had not to offer her. Better go on alone. Surely better go on alone.

When I have to struggle seeking after something, When I feel loneliness in helpless solitude, When I am in despair of myself —These are all thoughts of ourselves. Leave everything to zazen, letting go of thought, Or to single-minded chanting of the sound that sees the -world. At this time, even though we don't know it consciously Suddenly, whatever has happened The living reality of the self that is only the self is there, Just as the big sky is always the big sky.

I have discovered that most people have no one to talk to, no one, that is, who really wants to listen.

This Midwestern sky is the nakedest loneliest sky in America. To escape it, people live inside and underground.