Quotes About Loneliness

Everything she'd believed had been a lie. And she'd never felt more alone in her life.

I woke up with a heart attack just out of my field of vision and with my dick in my hand, saying, I love you I love you I love you over and over...And that my dear sweet love of my life, is how things were without you and I'd done everything I could to keep you from knowing that

I am a waning bird encased in a glass sphere; I cannot see my prison, and my cries no one can hear.

I roamed alone; O, barren dreams. My echoed voice, what lonely comfort. Here is my salvation: I hear the triumph drum; the rhythm of the rising, the long-awaited sun.

Pause for a moment and prayerfully consider your response: What breaks your heart?

When we front a fiction, we are destined for loneliness.

Does it really matter that you have 338 Facebook friends if you have no one to share your life with?

Sometimes I get to where I feel like I'm the only one getting it in the shorts in this life, you know?

As she stood there, she looked to the north where there seemed to be another road, but not really a road, more like a snowplow had suddenly gone rogue and wandered off to die alone and away from the herd.

Well, see, I think it's that most people don't like that lonely feeling. People don't like looking up and feeling small or lost. That's what I think prayer is all about. It doesn't matter which stories they believe in, they're all doing the same thing, kind of casting a line out to outer space, like there's something out there to connect to. It's like people make themselves part of something bigger that way, and maybe it makes them less afraid.

My brain is a vast, barren, jokeless plain where wolves howl at the moon over rocky overhangs and the wind kicks up twists of sand and tumbleweed.

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

I don't like being alone.

It seemed to him that life's true tragedy was to lift up one's voice among the living and be met with indifference.

Hay gente a quien su desnudez la viste -digo- , y hay gente que, al vestirse, se queda sola.

Y está triste como una silla abandonada en la mitad del patio azul Los pájaros la rodean Cae una aguja Las hojas resbalan sin tocarla Y está triste en mitad del patio con la mirada baja los pechos alicaídos dos palomas tardas Y un collar sin perro en la mano Como una silla ya vacía.

We have all been exiled from something or someone. I think this is a human condition

Ayer a la noche en la soledad habitada de la ciudad moribunda volví a amarte con la furia inmoderada de los deseos reprimidos y otra vez fui joven otra vez fui poderosa violenta ávida nocturna exaltada milagrera lírica obscena

Others seek commitment because they fear loneliness.

She talked about wanting to be a part of something, wanting to be desired, to be 'special', craving to be loved. She talked about experiencing the kind of loneliness so immense it could swallow you up. She called it 'loneliness that crowds couldn't cure'.

I always worried someone would notice me, and then when no one did, I felt lonely.

Sometimes at night, when I was alone, or when I was at the pool, in the quiet stillness underwater, my mind would go to that place. To the hospital, to the people there. It was as if my heart could travel, over the miles, over the months that had passed, and I was back with her. Olivia

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out of that particular divot. Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out … Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.