Quotes About Loneliness

For Beatrice— When we met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now, I am pretty lonely.

When we met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now, I am pretty lonely.

Telling yourself that something does not matter is one of the loneliest things you can do, because you only say it, of course, about things that matter very much But often, and this is the lonely part, they only mat- ter to you.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger

My love: You were pretty, and I was lonely. And now I'm .... pretty lonely

The world is too quiet without you nearby.

I have an internal protectiveness where it's like, if it comes to just me, as frightened as I am of losing someone I love or things going sour or simply being alone, there is a dark place in my brain where I'm like, It could happen and I'm okay, I'm prepared.

You should have gone west to America. You would have been a senior citizen of Boston. But you took a wrong turn, and what happened? You're a lonely old man from Liverpool.

When [Yoko] kicked me out, I saw I was kicked out. When I was kicked out, I realized where I was, which was on a raft in the middle of the universe, and whatever happened, presuming I could have started another relationship, I would have ended up in the same place--if I was lucky. And that's a big if.

You can be around 100 people and be completely alone. People don't realize what it's really like.

If you don't like the scene you're in, if you're unhappy, if you're lonely, if you don't feel that things are happening, change your scene. Paint a new backdrop.

I believe that you control your destiny, that you can be what you want to be. You can also stop and say, 'No, I won't do it, I won't behave his way anymore. I'm lonely and I need people around me, maybe I have to change my methods of behaving,' and then you do it.

There is a special loneliness in unshared music, even if it was 'The White Cliffs of Dover'.

Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same. When alone he had a dreadful and distressing desire to call someone, but he knew beforehand that with others present it would be still worse.

And he has to live like this on the edge of destruction, alone, with nobody at all to understand or pity him

To me, that's the ultimate isolation - to be separated from my own mind.

What would it mean to murder the only person in the world whom you loved?

Then giving another taste to his drink, leaving it more than half full, he would make a rather stately progress to the booth, partly closing the door. He would take down the receiver and hesitantly begin speaking into the mouthpiece. Actually Mr. Sendel was talking only to himself. He would talk for several minutes into the silent phone, explaining how worried he was and how despairing it was at his time of life when all or almost all those dear to one have departed.

Drinking also maroons you without provisions on the island of self. Like most other promises it makes, alcohol's vow of kinship, that it will bridge your life to others, smooth the way, proves false. Fooled again: you're alone.

Why'd you call, boy? What did you want from me? The company of a friend, I think. Always a cheap treat.

Death was coming for Harry Mies. He would lie emptied, his cheeks rouged, the fine, old man's ears unhearing. There was no telling the things he knew. He was alone in the far fields of his life. The rain fell on him, he did not move. p. 132

To the world she knew, to the few friends who had by then drifted away, to everyone except himself and Dorothy, it was no longer important that she live. What had been her life, the people she knew and the deep pool of memory and knowing, had vanished or dried up and fallen apart.

She could not eat, like a dog that has been sold.

He knew all the constellations. He had seen them rise in darkness over heartbreaking coasts.