Quotes About Loneliness

The house of the childless is empty; and so is the heart of him that hath no wife.

Nothing so reduces and drags down a human being as the consciousness of not being loved.

I've borne my isolation with me through the crowd as the snail bears its house. For some people isolation isn't a circumstance in which they find themselves, it's an innate characteristic.

Nothing diminishes and degrades a human being more than the knowledge of being unloved.

Am fost întotdeauna un singuratic. Mi-am purtat singur?tatea prin mul?imea de oameni, a?a cum î?i poart? melcul casa în spinare. La unii, singur?tatea nu e o stare în care au ajuns printr-o întâmplare a vie?ii, ci o tr?s?tur? fundamental?.

My loneliness I have borne about with me through the crowd as a snail his house. For some individuals solitude isn't a circumstance they've tumbled into by chance, but a trait, of character.

Jag tror på köttets lust och på själens obotliga ensamhet.

I've always been somewhat isolated. I've borne my isolation with me through the crowd as the snail bears its house. For some people isolation isn't a circumstance in which they find themselves, it's an innate characteristic. And through this act my isolation is likely to increase; no matter how it ends, whether badly or well, for me the "punishment" will be solitary confinement for life.

I need someone to love me,Need somebody to carry me home to San FranciscoAnd bury my body there.

Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.

I got bored," he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

It's just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he'd forget my water or food and I'd cry and cry and cry." She stops talking and looks out the window. "I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.

Ben was taking her through the storm of grief. He was singing her through the rage and despair. He was singing her through the terrible loneliness, because there was no way to shut off grief, no way to cast it aside or fight against it. The only way to end grief was to go through it. As she realized that, his song began to change. It grew softer, sweeter, like the morning after a long cry, when your head still hurt but your heart was no longer broken.

Hazel kissed boys for all kinds of reasons -- because they were cute, because she was a little drunk, because she was bored, because they let her, because it was fun, because they looked lonely, because it blotted out her fears for a while, because she wasn't sure how many kisses she had left.

Since no one loves me, I'll go.

At the window of my room, I catch my reflection in the glass. Shaggy black hair. Sneer.I look like a hungry ghost, glowering in at a world I am no longer fit to be a part of.

There'd always been something wrong with Charlie Hall. Crooked, from the day she was born. Never met a bad decision she wasn't willing to double down on. Had fingers made for picking pockets, a tongue for lying, and a shriveled cherry pit for a heart. If her shadow had been one of those magic ones, she was pretty sure even that thing would have run away.

In the darkness, everything is different. The air feels thick. My skin itches. I close my eyes, but that just plunges me deeper into nothingness. It's like being out in space, drifting, without even the comfort of stars. It's like being buried in the earth, buried in my past, buried and trying to dig my way out.

Call's stomach felt as if it wanted to curl up inside him like a kicked puppy.

She had shrieked and shrieked for her mother, but her mother was already there. Her mother was the monster.

Many times in his first nine years, Prince Cardan slept in the hay of the stables when his mother didn't want him in their suite of rooms. It was warm there, and he could pretend he was hiding, could pretend that someone was looking for him. Could pretend that when he was not found, it was only because the spot he'd chosen was so extremely clever.

He was as distant as the moon too, as expressionless & grim.