Quotes About Loneliness

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.

I am thinking about how it feels to be a no one in the life of someone you love.

From 18 to 22, I was alone, living in L.A. with a bunch of friends, partying.

Dude, you're a vampire. EVERY day sucks for you.

It was tough attempting to be social with people who'd rather pretend you didn't exist.

He acts like he doesn't even notice that I should be locked away forever and ever in some bad, drafty place that serves only American cheese.

Was I being groomed for some special mission? What possible purpose could an existence like mine serve? When I wasn't drinking in crappy bars, I was home by myself reading: a life that was achingly lonely, and yet perversely designed to prevent anybody from ever getting close enough to really know me.

Looking into your dream was like all the stars glimmered their final song to you and when I woke up in darkness once again I could not find a single one in the night sky.

Only a man of genius can bare a solitary life.

If you want to get a child to love you, then you should just go hide in the closet for three or for hours. They get down on their knees and pray for you to return. That child will turn you into God. Lonely children probably wrote the Bible.

Art creates a certain familiarity with loneliness. And possibly with pain. Physical, mental, it doesn't really matter. It's all a catalyst. I don't like to admit that because it's depressing, but in truth pain is the stone that art sharpens itself on time after time.

The woman in red was surrounded by the crowd and she was alone. It was utterly public but intensely private.

They wanted me to stay because they wanted me around: I was their direct link to Sam; I was his memento. And they were probably afraid that I might shoot myself, left alone with all Sam's things.

One is the loneliest number

One is the loneliest number. Never put all your eggs in one basket.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.

Je cherchais une âme qui et me ressemblât, et je ne pouvais pas la trouver. Je fouillais tous les recoins de la terre; ma persévérance était inutile. Cependant, je ne pouvais pas rester seul. Il fallait quelqu'un qui approuvât mon caractère; il fallait quelqu'un qui eût les mêmes idées que moi...

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

The locust continues to devour the world Hunger persists Love lurches on listing to starboard like a ship in a bottle Human longing goes on Loneliness a curse Innocence persists Ignorance persists

But sometimes children do not connect or reconnect so easily. They may feel so isolated that they retreat into a corner, or come out aggressively with both arms swinging. They may be annoying, obnoxious, or downright infuriating as they try desperately to signal us that they need more connection. These situations call for creating more playtime, not doling out punishment or leaving the lonely child all alone.

Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.