Quotes About Loneliness

Kävellessäni rannalla auringonkalpea yksinäisyyteni seuranani västäräkin poikanen sen minulle kuiskasi: Iloisilla ihmisillä elämä on iloista surullisilla surullista ja keikutti pyrstöään

Es gibt ein Mittel gegen die Einsamkeit, die einen plötzlich in einer fremden Stadt überfällt: etwas kaufen: eine Ansichtskarte, einen Kaugummi nur, einen Bleistift oder Zigaretten: etwas in die Hand bekommen, teilnehmen am Leben dieser Stadt, indem man etwas kauft [...]

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

Ieder mens is uiteindelijk altijd alleen, je bent eenzaam als je degene met wie je alleen bent, geen prettig gezelschap vindt

To be lost from people's thoughts is like a second death.

9p.m. My flat. Feel very strange and empty. Is all very well thinking everything is going to be different when you come back but then it is all the same. Suppose I have to make it different. But what am I going to do with my life? I know. Will eat some cheese.

Loneliness is sometimes cured by visiting with people, and sometimes it's made worse by the same thing.

I feel like a tableau at a roadside shrine. But I'm not sure what the shrine is for. I'm a roadside phenomenon. I am death to community. I am missing the point.

I can't help but think of a line written by the poet Marianne Moore: The cure for loneliness is solitude.

Down at the edge of Mexican town, where the pavement gave out and the yellow dust drifted ankle-deep over the hard-packed adobe, a radio was moaning a dreamy beat into the night. It was the kind of music that needs two people, but only one was listening...

But also . . . I have plenty of people around me to talk to, and no one to be honest with.

I looked inside my typewriter. There's a city in there. Black and grey columns and no inhabitants.

How can you know me and want to die?

and she felt sorry for the old black Singer sewing machine, which seemed never to have had any fun.

She had had such a strong feeling that she needed to talk to someone who would tell her some secret that would make everything alright. She had been unable to think who it was.

My head got so heavy, it sank down into my chest. So say whatever it is you think you've got to say, St. John. That you're not in love with me. That you need to be alone. Say it. I'm not going to like it, no, I won't like it at all. But I'll be all right.

I have plenty of people around me to talk to, and no one to be honest with

To you who eat a lot of rice because you are lonely To you who sleep a lot because you are bored To you who cry a lot because you are sad I write this down. Chew on your feelings that are cornered Like you would chew on rice. Anyway life is something that you need to digest. From 'Rice' by Chun Yang Hee

To you who eat a lot of rice because you are lonely To you who sleep a lot because you are bored To you who cry a lot because you are sad I write this down. Chew on your feelings that are cornered Like you would chew on rice. Anyway life is something that you need to digest. —CHUN YANG HEE

What would I do in such a place? Die, I expect.

B)ut behind it all-- nothing: just vodka and the void. (Coco Chanel)

There is no loneliness like the loneliness of a stranger in a strange city.

To cease to love is worse than to hate, for say what you will, death is worse than suffering. I am crying because one is alone.

To live a spiritual life we must first find the courage to enter into the desert of our loneliness and to change it by gentle and persistent efforts into a garden of solitude. The movement from loneliness to solitude, however, is the beginning of any spiritual life because it it is the movement from the restless senses to the restful spirit,l from the outward-reaching cravings to the inward-reaching search, from the fearful clinging to the fearless play.