Quotes About Loneliness

as though she was the only real thing in a land of ghosts.

Cardan had grown up in the palace, a wild thing to be cosseted by courtiers and scowled at by the High King. No one much liked him, and he told himself he cared little for anyone else. And if he sometimes thought about how he might do something to win his father's favour, something to make the Court respect him and love him, he kept that to himself. He certainly asked no one to tell him stories, and yet he found it was nice to be told one. He kept that to himself, too.

Er sang sie durch ihre abgrundtiefe Einsamkeit, denn Trauer konnte man nicht verdrängen, abtun oder bekämpfen. Trauer hörte nur auf, wenn man sie durchlitt.

Me han hechizado y llevado a rastras a una fiesta, llorando y sola. Bajo mi punto de vista, la única diferencia entre esta noche y todas las demás en las que tuve que soportar humillaciones sin protestar es que aquellas te beneficiaron a ti. En cambio, al soportar esto, ahora la que sale ganando soy yo.

My sister thinks that she's the only one who can take poison, but I am poison,' he whispers, eyes half-closed, talking to himself. 'Poison in my blood. I poison everything I touch.' That's such a strange thing to hear him say. Everyone adores him. And yet, I recall him running away at thirteen, sure so many things were his fault.

Things will be easier without me around. They'll see that." "They won't," I told him, trying to ignore the intense surge of envy that came with knowing he would be missed.

I can see when the light goes out of his eyes, like a torch thrown into the sea.

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not.

The downside of letting everyone know you're going to be all alone so they can attack you is that everyone knows you'll be all alone so they can attack you.

The loneliest days are the ones where you keep company with someone you love who can't hear you.

Like many widows, she came to the unwise decision of remarrying.

He looked like some plant bleached by darkness.

I did not want to spend the night on the lonely plain. I was afraid of ten thousand ghosts, and of the ogres and goblins that dwelled in the forest around it. The murmur of a stream sounded to me like the voice of the water spirit, and every time a fox barked or an owl hooted I came awake, my pulse racing.

How horrible it was to be despised. To feel yourself to be despicable.

I'll never be a normal person ever again. You took that away from me. You made me ABNORMAL and it's lonely being abnormal.

Perry was away often. He sometimes felt like an aberration in her life. A visitor. Her real life took place when he wasn't there. What happened never mattered all that much because he was always about to leave, the next day or the next week.

Did she have to go to parties on her own again now? She remembered that raw sensation she'd felt after previous relationships had ended. For months afterward, it had felt like she'd lost a layer of skin. If she'd felt like that after those meaningless boys, what would she feel like after breaking with Nick? She'd been so cozy in the cocoon of their relationship. She assumed she got to stay there forever.

Amy once told Joy that she had no idea how lonely it felt to be single. Joy had wanted to tell her that you could still be lonely when you were married, that there had been times when she had woken up day after day crushed with loneliness, and still made breakfast for four children.

When her life fell apart there hadn't been one friend whom Tess could call. Not one friend. That's why she was behaving like this with Connor. She needed a friend.

Desolate' was the most perfectly beautiful word for how she felt. Sometimes

All around her was color: rich, vibrant color. She was the only colorless thing in this whole house.

That would be the worst. To be ignored. To not be seen.

Her brain couldn't seem to catch up with the news. It was like the way she'd kept rolling toward Will last night in her sleep, only to find empty space where he should have been, and then waking up with a jolt.

if you could float when there was no room, no space anywhere, above, below, when you couldn't take a step without feeling the spongy give of rotting stuff beneath your feet. She