Quotes About Loneliness

You know, there's something especially lonely about a gold medal hanging all by itself on a bedroom wall, something that says "fluke," or "beginner's luck," or "one in a million," but two gold medals, now that says something completely different. That says, "Oh, yeah, baby, this is the real deal!

I stood alone beneath the stars and shouted to the heavens at the top of my lungs and what was so beautiful was the way the stars shined when the sky swallowed your name.

I think we are and will always be lonely people in a lonely world under lonely stars. We can never starve our loneliness. We can only hope that by the company of others, it doesn't devour us.

Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.

Every one of Joel's important songs--including the happy ones--are ultimately about loneliness. And it's not 'clever lonely' (like Morrissey) or 'interesting lonely' (like Radiohead); it's 'lonely lonely,' like the way it feels when you're being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder.

Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying?

People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone.

The most boring scenes are the scenes where a character is alone.

Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humour left.

Ya saben: se puede estar solo en una fiesta de declarados amigos, en un asado familiar, en una mesa ruidosa de ex compañeras del secundario; se puede estar sola en la ciudad -a todas nos ha pasado-aunque todos los flacos te miren y te murmuren cosas cuando pasás. Pero, ¿saben que? también estamos solas cuando al amor lo encontramos online: lo leemos, lo sentimos, pero no lo vemos. Cuando las pruebas sólo son escritas, duele.

Lo conozco, se que no va a ser feliz con nadie, porque ni siquiera es feliz consigo mismo. Siempre volvió, siempre vuelve, siempre va a volver.

Jason felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a rock.

That's what makes us human. Feeling things–even pain. That's what music does, if it's any good: it makes you feel things. You listen to a song, and somehow you know what that person was going through when he wrote it. Or maybe it puts a name to what you're feeling. And because you can share that, you don't feel so alone.

Love everywhere, and none for me.

That cowboy had heartbreak written all over him and she'd be damned if she knew why every time he blew into town she ended up naked before he ended up gone. Reed always ended up gone.

You don't marry someone just because you're lonely and hope to fill a void in your life. You only marry them if there's a strong connection, a love for the ages, like the one you had with Mom. Otherwise, you end up being alone, even if you do marry." Her

But how can those who violently experience hatred, despair, chaos, nothingness, or love, who burn with each passion and gradually die with each and in each, those who can only breathe on heights, who are always alone, especially when they are with others - how can they grow in linear fashion and crystallize into a system?

poor Jan alone. When she noticed I was seriously date-delayed, Christine started trying

I was not aware of being alone; I could not feel it. I needed those I loved, it did not occur to me that those I loved did not need me. But now my eyes were open, and misfortune had already let mistrust enter my soul.

Who do you call when your husband dies and you're twenty-four years old, alone in Afghanistan? Who do you call when the only voice you want to hear no longer exists?

When he reached the yard gate and found the padlock seized with frost, he felt the strain of being alive and wished he had stayed in bed, but he made himself carry on and crossed to a neighbour's house, whose light was on.

We were alone in the dark, even though the enormous theater was filled with probably a thousand people. We were a tiny island in a sea of other people who didn't matter, who had no meaning, who were so stupid, so oblivious, so stuck in their own boring lives that they didn't even notice the huge, momentous, life-shattering event that was taking place right there in row L, between seats 102 and 104.

I was isolated but not ostracized, ignored but not abused.

When you are the woman upstairs, nobody thinks of you first. Nobody calls you before anyone else, or sends you the first postcard. Once your mother dies, nobody loves you "best of all." It's a small thing, you might think, and maybe it depends on your temperament, maybe for some people it's a small thing, but for me […]