Quotes About Loneliness

When these long telephone silences come, it is a sure sign that love is over.

That time we separated was my idea. I thought, well, I'm fifty years old and there might be someone else out there. People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.

If no one is home, then someone is missing. So you grieve.

Your twin brother is, as you said, an abandoned house. If no one is home, then someone is missing. So you grieve.

Rivercrest was purgatory, with wheelchairs.

Too bad I didn't know you back then, I would have come and rescued you. Like he was Prince Charming or something. Which he is, in a way, because he rescued me from the simple, uncomplicated life I thought I liked until I realized how much I was missing. How lonely that life had been: going to work, going home, and watching TV, going places by myself on weekends.

If you squinted while looking at her from across a room, you would swear Mrs. Nord was Jackie Kennedy. My own mother sat alone on Bobolink Drive all day, talking to her parakeet, Petey, and worrying about dead children. Around the time of our move to Bobolink Drive, I stopped kissing my mother on the lips. It had been over four years since she'd lost the baby.

What solitary child hasn't wished for a twin, Mr. Birdsey? Hasn't imagined that a double exists somewhere in the world? It's a hungering for human connection— another way of sheltering oneself against the storm.

Aquel que camina una sola legua sin amor, camina amortajado hacia su propio funeral.

Shake out carols! Solitary here, the night's carols! Carols of lonesome love! death's carols! Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon! O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea! O reckless despairing carols.

I am given up by traitors; I talk wildly . . . . I have lost my wits . . . . I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland . . . . my own hands carried me there.

Solitude appeared to me as the only fit state of man.

Loneliness is when those you love are happy without you.

Is there anybody there? said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door.

Love came to me, but it Just wasn't for me. It touched my heart and left it Lying on the shore, and Love smiled at me, but it Just wasn't for me. It glanced my way with pity, but I soon knew it had other plans. Once again my heart was broken; I was all alone to Mourn. ?Carmen, singing the reprise to Love Has Flown Away

Life laughs at me now, Sad, forsaken clown. Dreams crumble and fall. They die silently. Where is there to turn to? Where can I find mercy? Love is what I needed, All I wanted from this life. ?Carmen, singing Destiny Theme

Yeah, it's hard, baby It's hard right down to the bone I said Oh, it's hard baby It's hard right down to the very bone It's hard when you're a woman And you find yourself all alone I've been flapping and scrapping And running from door to door You know I've been flapping and scrapping, honey Running from door to door

through most of the night. Even thus isolated, he became known for his brashness. On those occasions

Turing did have a tendency toward being a loner. His homosexuality made him feel like an outsider at times; he lived alone and avoided deep personal commitments.

There was a lonely intensity to him, reflected in his love of long-distance running and biking.

While the men and various dignitaries celebrated, Jennings and Snyder made their way home alone through a very cold February night.

He who is abandoned is an abandoner.

I didn't want anyone to know I had parents. I wanted to be like an orphan who had bummed around the country on trains and just arrived out of nowhere, with no roots, no connections, no background.

Male bonding groups are associations of loners. The male values a companion whom he can stand up against and who can stand up against him: each receives assurance from the other's decently adversative stance, for it reminds him of his own needs and resources. This masculine intense friendly aggression is foreign to most women's experience.