Quotes About Loneliness

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

I did my best Shirley Booth this morning, floppy slippers, housecoat, curlers, can of Little Friskies; "Come back, Little Sheba, come back..." To no avail. Le chat, elle ne reviendra jamais, jamais...

He couldn't fight this sadness which came in the middle of the night, this sadness which made you feel that nothing could ever be any good again.

The total isolation of death. The loneliness of the dying man. That is what I had noticed about my father's death. We loved him but, in the end, we left him and he died alone. Because we were tired. Because it was late. Because there was nothing we could do. We loved him and yet he was on his own.

If you are always craving, always wanting, never satisfied, never happy with what you've got, you end up even more lost and lonely than you do...

I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.

I am alone all day, I read a little but it gives me a headache. I draw and I paint, as much as I can, so much so that my hand gets tired and when it begins to get dark I wait to see if Jeanne d'Armagnac [one of the cousins] will come and sit by my bed. She comes sometimes and tries to distract me and play with me, and I listen to her speak without daring to look at her, she is so tall and so beautiful! And I am neither tall nor beautiful.

Med ingen kan man dele sine inderste tanker. Det vigtigste i verden er man alene med.

Even though no one else cares for my poems, I have to write them because it dulls the sorrow and longing in my heart.

and I always dream about meeting some mysterious person who will listen to me and understand me. I know from books that such people exist, but you can't find any of them on my childhood street.

A gyerekkor hosszú és sz?k, mint egy koporsó, és egyedül nem lehet kijutni bel?le.

Der brænder et lys i natten,/det brænder alene for mig/og puster jeg til det, så flammer det op, og flammer alene for mig. –/Men taler du stille, og hvisker du tyst,/er lyset pludselig mere end lyst/og brænder dybt i mit eget bryst,/– alene for dig. –//

She stared at her friend as a feeling of total desolation slipped through her, as if she were drifting away on an ice floe without a single living person hearing her cries for help.

And that night he couldn't sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lonely whisperings and rustlings and the pattering of feet. The air was sweet with the smell of flowers.

The world's asleep,' Moomintroll thought. 'It's only I who am awake and sleepless. It's only I who have to wander and wander, day after day and week upon week, until I too become a snowdrift that no one will even know about.

Ingen ting kan være så rolig og så uendelig som et langt vitermørke, det fortsetter og fortsetter, det er som å leve i en tunnel der mørket stundom fordyper seg til natt og stundom blir dagskumring, man er avskjermet fra alt, beskyttet og mer ensom enn ellers.

Uno se debe encontrar muy solo cuando todo el mundo te tiene miedo.

Clever of you, Hemul. But, on the other hand, think how lonely the Groke is because nobody likes her, and she hates everybody. The Contents is perhaps the only thing she has. Would you now take that away from her too -- lonely and rejected in the night?" Sniff became more and more affected and his voice trembled. "Cheated out of her only possession by Thingumy and Bob." He blew his nose and couldn't go on.

Tonight I'm alone with my tune, and tonight isn't tomorrow.

The Groke looked at the hat. Then she looked at Thingumy and Bob. Then she looked at the hat again. You could see that she was thinking with all her might. Then suddenly she snatched the hat and, without a word, slithered like ann icy grey shadow into the forest. It was the last time she was seen in the Valley of the Moomins, and the last they saw of the Hobgoblin's Hat, too. At once the colors became warmer again and the garden was filled with the sounds and scents of summer.

It can be sad having a friend you've admired too much and seen too rarely and told too many things that you should have kept to yourself.

Kuun noustessa punaiset hämähäkit pariutuvat asumattomilla luodoilla, koko kallio on yhtä ja samaa tiuhaa hämähäkkimattoa, jossa vilisee pieniä, hurmioituneita olioita.

Hemul sa pomaly zobudil a zistil, že je to on sám. Želal si vÅ¡ak byÃ…Â¥ niekým, koho nepozná.

Han gikk og gikk, men ikke noe hendte, skjønt det var fullt av folk på alle hold. Og knøttet møtte ingen som han kjente, for knøttet var et meget ensomt lite troll, og altfor sky og blyg til å si : Hei! Kan jeg få snakke litt med deg?