Quotes About Loneliness

Art thou lonely O my brother? Share thy little with another! Stretch a hand to one unfriended And thy loneliness is ended.

[The Fuhrer] is one of those lonely men of the ages on whom history is not tested, but who themselves are the makers of history.

One ceases to be lonely only in recollection; perhaps that is why people read history.

Headline?" he asked. "'Swing Set Needs Home,'" I said. "'Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'" he said. "'Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'" I said.

The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.

More than anything, it was the blue dolphins that took me back home.

I can't walk, so I can't go home. No need to talk, cause I'm all alone. If I stay here they're gonna lock me in, hitting the bottle again.

I would spend my nights at home but if it means contention. I'd rather be alone tell the service man cut the phones.

I can't go on anymore bad dates. I would rather be home alone than out with some guy who sells socks on the internet.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle.

It's the worst feeling when you come home alone late at night and think the stranger sitting on your couch is a pile of clothes.

He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.

At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.

Those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces, desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone.

I've been half-frozen for so long, it is as though the winter has set up home in my marrow.

I'd traveled a lot, was going temporarily insane and became very successful, but there was no one to take that all home to.

To be a lone filmmaker thousands of miles from home with nobody believing in me, that seems romantic.

Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.

During Breaking The Waves, I was on my own in a hotel room. I think I would have been impossible to live with. When you go home, you have to pretend to be the person you are at home.

It was always hard for me to really make friends, but that's just because I like to stay home.

I'm so happy to be around people. I just really like people, and being a freelancer can be lonely during the day, when you're at home trying to write anything you can.

From ev'ry single window, I see your face. But when I reach a window there's an empty space.

I'm useless scrabbling around at home. I get on everyone's nerves, including my own. I'm not very good at amusing myself.