Quotes About Loneliness

She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.

Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?' 'Oh, rather!' 'What do you do about it?' 'I generally take a couple of cocktails.

If it is bad to be all dressed up and no place to go, it is almost worse to be full of talk and to have no one to talk it to.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.

Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

Dark is the world's night without you my love

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all timetables.

Hay algo más triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvil en la lluvia?

Did the loneliness die that night? Or was I born then, of my solitude?

Long deep lines, chapters carved in his face by age, question marks, mysterious tales, asterisks, all that the sirens had forgot in the far-reaching solitude of his soul, all that fell from the starry sky, was traced in his face.

Yaln?z bir yer, daha önce söz ettim bu yapayaln?z yerden, burada toprak okyanusla dolu, burada kimse yok, yaln?zca at izleri, kimse yok, yaln?zca rüzgar, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizin sular?na yaÄŸan yaÄŸmur, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizde artan yaÄŸmur.

The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way Against the old propellers of the twilight That revolves around you. Speechless, my friend, Alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead And filled with the lives of fire, Pure heir of the ruined day.

oh reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí, a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan.

Inclined in the afternoons I throw my sad nets to your ocean eyes. There it strains and blazes in the highest bonfire, my loneliness, flailing arms like a shipwrecked sailor. I make red signals over your eyes, absent, which swell like the sea at the shore of a lighthouse.

Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso, qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía! Siguen los trenes solos rodando con la lluvia.

Ahora me parece que no está solo el hombre. En sus manos ha elaborado como si fuera un duro pan, la esperanza, la terrestre esperanza.

Yo que viví en un puerto desde donde te amaba. La soledad cruzada de sueño y de silencio. Acorralado entre el mar y la tristeza. Callado, delirante, entre dos gondoleros inmóviles.

El mar inmenso y libre para nadie es más triste que para un barco atado por anclas de oro y seda!

I'm beginning to understand that when we want to kill ourselves, it is not because we are lonely, but because we are trying to break up with the world before the world breaks up with us.

I don't see any reason why I should look for someone who never took the trouble to love me.

In some ways the experience of these young men paralleled the experience of the very old. They looked back on intense memories and felt lonely because there was nobody left alive who'd been there.