Quotes About Loneliness

Everyone now knows that marriage is not the only route to fulfillment, but the media and the internet tell of more lonely hearts and solitary singles than ever before.

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.

Michel en a marre d'être seul. Alors il s'est amputé d'une partie de son cerveau, histoire de ne pas voir la fille comme elle était: une emmerdeuse de premier ordre.

I am here a stranger to all feasts but those of blood.

Everyone who had ever cared to investigate the nature of human loneliness had seen that only one's own working mind breaks the solitude of the self.

Men should discover their past. I admit to this. It has been my profession. Only so can we learn our limitations and come in time to suffer life with compassion. Nevertheless, I now believe there are occasions when … to tamper with the past, even one's own, is to bring [on] that slipping, sliding horror which revolves around all that is done, unalterable, and yet which abides unseen in the living mind … [and makes] us lonely beyond belief.

There was something wrong with this man. He didn't call me Toby. He didn't even talk to us. I thought of my first mother, the very last time I saw her, escaping the Yard because she couldn't live with humans, not even with someone as loving as Senora. But the man didn't love us at all.

So, what about new friends? You could make new friends," Maggie Rose suggested. Bryan snorted. "Like that's easy. By the time you're in fifth grade, all the kids have best friends already. Nobody needs a new one." He got up. "Come on, Brewster.

When were the people coming back? Where was my boy? Now that I'd found the boy and figured out that my job was to be near him, how could he go away and leave me? When I'd gotten myself out of the big yard and gone into the world, looking for what I needed, I'd never imagined this. Would I be alone forever?

guessed that's why he'd come to this mountain, to play with me, because he didn't seem to have much else to do with his life.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look.We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeatedMay say Alas but cannot help or pardon.

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That for all they care, I can go to hell.

Of course there is nothing the matter with the starsIt is my emptiness among themWhile they drift farther away in the invisible morning.

I think I was cold in the womb.

A lonely impulse of delight

No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream.

The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.

Young Man. Aoife is far away. I am alone. I have come alone in the midst of you To weigh this sword against Cuchullain's sword.

And none will hear the postman's knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

Were all stars to disappear and die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time. —W. H. Auden, "The More Loving One

Every eye must weep alone Till I Will be overthrown But I Will can be removed, Not having sese enough to gaurd against I Know, But I Will can be removed. Then all I's can meet and grow, I am become I Love, I Have Not I Am Loved Then all I's can meet and grow,. Till I Will be overthrown Every eye must weep alone.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look. We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeated May say Alas but cannot help nor pardon.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.