Quotes About Loneliness

He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human and the ambushing fears of the deep night were coming on. Ralph moaned faintly. Tired though he was, he could not relax and fall into a well of sleep for fear of the tribe. Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast. 'Cos I had some sense.

Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast. " Ã¢â'¬â"¢Cos I had some sense.

I cried out not with hope of an ear but as accepting a shut door, darkness and a shut sky.

You never loved me, nobody never loved me. I wanted to be loved, I wanted somebody to be kind to me - I wanted- She wanted tenderness. So did I; but not from her. She was no part of high fantasy and worship and hopeless jealousy. She was the accessible thing.

You wouldn't care if I was dead. Nobody'd care. That's all you want, just my damned body, not me. Nobody wants me, just my damned body. And I'm damned and you're damned with your cock and your cleverness and your chemistry-

The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.

I understand everything," he said. "You understand nothing, but it really doesn't matter, since what you mean is, you're glad to see me, just as I'm glad to see you because no more loneliness." "That's what I mean," said Fezzik.

Isn't it awful what we'll do in this world to feel wanted?

When I left you, he whispered, you were already more beautiful than anything I dared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on your perfection. At night, your face was forever behind my eyes. And now I see that that vision who kept me company in my loneliness was a hag compared to the beauty now before me.

Fezzik reached the top of the wall and started carefully climbing down the other side. I understand everything, he said. You understand nothing, but it really doesn't matter, since what you mean is, you're glad to see me, just as I'm glad to see you because no more loneliness. That's what I mean, said Fezzik.

The immutable, awful quiet of a dying world.

The lunatic's visions of horror are all drawn from the material of daily fact. Our civilization is founded on the shambles, and every individual existence goes out in a lonely spasm of helpless agony.

No more fiendish punishment could be devised, were such a thing physically possible, than that one should be turned loose in society and remain absolutely unnoticed.

It is not they who have closed but I. I've cut myself away. I'm alone, and lonely. What frightens me is that I've not become lonely now, but have looked inside and seen that I was, already. How long has that been going on?

Vessels knocked together for hour upon hour, like bones, like someone infinitely stupid and patient at the door of an empty house.

This gentleman is cactus," said Doul.

Bu yerlerde trenler do?udan bat?ya, bat?dan do?uya gider gelir, gider gelirdi... Bu yerlerde demiryolunun her iki yan?nda ?ss?z, engin, sar? kumlu bozk?rlar?n öze?i Sar? Özek uzar giderdi. Co?rafyada uzakl?klar nas?l Greenwich meridyeninden ba?l?yorsa, bu yerlerde de mesafeler demiryoluna göre hesaplan?rd?. Trenler ise do?udan bat?ya, bat?dan do?uya gider gelir, gider, gelirdi...

My longing for someone to talk to made Himillsy the lightning bug in my honey jar. I punched holes in the lid so she could breathe.

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.

To see awe in a parent's eyes—it is a strange, lonely feeling.

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one that we have dreamed into being. We love people when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.

Left alone to die on a frozen hill! I, whose life had been a rush of attending to the needs of my five husbands—how ironic that at the moment of my own final need not one of them should be with me!

He'd probably kill us both with the same blow. A little part of my mind said, That's all right. It would be better than living on alone if he killed Ram.

But to whom can she say this? Who will listen to her? The power she possessed even a few days ago, as the Sarkar's favourite queen, has faded.