Quotes About Loneliness

There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

I'm such a nobody.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation—of loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of things—the thought of God comes into one's mind.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

We feel lonely now and then and long for friends and think we should be quite different and happier if we found a friend of whom we might say: "He is the one." But you, too, will begin to learn that there is much self-deception behind this longing; if we yielded too much to it, it would lead us from the road.

What I am in the eyes of most people — a nonetity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and never will have, in short, the lowest of the low.

Pois às vezes é diabolicamente duro ficar totalmente fora da pintura e do mundo dos pintores e não ver nada dos outros.

Quanta beleza na arte, desde que possamos reter o que vimos. Jamais ficamos então deserdados, nem verdadeiramente solitários, jamais sós

Ao chegar aqui eu esperava arranjar apreciadores, mas até agora não me aproximei um só centímetro do coração das pessoas.

It's true I'm sitting here lonely, but whilst I am sitting here in silence, my work perhaps speaks to my friend, and whoever sees it will not suspect me of being heartless.

They are vast stretches of corn under troubles skies, and I did not need to go out of my way to try to express sadness and the extreme of loneliness...I almost think that these canvases will tell you what I cannot say in words, the health and fortifying power that I see in the country.

When I came here I hoped it would be possible to make some connection with art lovers here, but up to the present I haven't made the least progress in people's affection. And Marseilles? I don't know, but that may very well be nothing but an illusion. In any case I have quite given up gambling much on it. Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for dinner or coffee. And it has been like that from the beginning.

There may be a great fire in our hearts yet no one comes to warm themselves by it and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke

The change I observed is that at times Mother's thoughts are more lucid, whereas during these last months there were long periods when they seemed more or less fuzzy - which is really not to be wondered at. For a time thee was something overwrought in her, due to - at least so I imagine - the void around her and the feeling of loneliness.

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke

You can't stand having people around you, but then you go completely nuts when you're left all alone.

Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the loving I could say to myself of the love (I had): Let it not be immortal, since it is flame But let it be infinite while it lasts.

Suddenly all the loneliness was gone and she could surrender herself, her life, all her future, into the keeping of this man…not quite an angel, but not altogether a devil.

Night, pitch-black, lies upon the deep.

norii au carnea bolnava, ei sînt singurii sfatuitori ai omului care m-ar fi putut iubi.Mîine si mai departe dementa...

tu dormi dragostea mea. sînt singur am inventat poezia si nu mai am inima

I must speak to the dark.

The only cure for loneliness be givin'. When you be givin' you ain't got time to think 'bout what you don't got. But you got to give with your heart. You got to give from your heart. That's the only sure way to beat back that old demon o' loneliness.