Quotes About Loneliness

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

I used to be afraid of two things - being alone and not being able to write. Since Albert's death, I don't care about writing or about other people.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

I have been alone since my husband died. I stay in my home. I don't date. It's hard to date when you're at home. Nobody knows you.

The Emperor died forsaken by all, on this horrible rock. (St. Helena) His death struggle was awful!

Homeless, wifeless, mistressless, penniless . . . jump in the cold river and drown.

The worst of being unbearably alone was that you had to bear it—either that or you were sunk.

you're as adventurous as your secrets, as abhorrent as your secrets, as lonely as your secrets, as alluring as your secrets, as courageous as your secrets, as vacuous as your secrets, as lost as your secrets;

Yes, yes, yes, he felt uncontrollable tenderness for his own shit-filled life. And a laughable hunger for more. More defeat! More disappointment! More deceit! More loneliness! More arthritis! More missionaries! God willing, more cunt! More disastrous entanglement in everything. For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.

Never gave anybody any trouble. A bit of a loner, but always with a kind word for everyone.

The immensity of your isolation is horrifying

La idea central en la mayor parte del Antiguo Testamento podría ser llamada «la idea de la soledad de Dios». — G. K. Chesterton

I feel no peace, I feel nothing. I think I will feel nothing forever.

The tears in my eyes are now running down my cheeks at the thought that I have been his wife and his bedfellow, his companion and his duchess, and even now, though he is near to death, still he does not love me. He has never loved me. He never will love me.

Dear god, I am only twenty seven, my cause is defeated, my husband is dead. am I to be one of the poor widows who will spend the rest of their days at someone else`s fireside trying to be a good guest? shall I never be kissed again? shall I never feel joy? not ever again?

But the magic moment when he walks alone has not yet happened, and I was praying he would do it before I have to leave. Now he will take his first step without me. And every step thereafter, I know. Every step of his life, and me not there to see him walk.

The castle will seem very quiet and strange without you here. The stone stairs and the chapel will miss your footstep, the gateway will will miss your laughter, and the wall will miss your shadow.

Al Hickey: [following the final shootout] Nobody came... nobody cares. It's still not about anything. Frank Boggs: Yeah, you told me.

I remember how awkward it feels to start school in a new place where you don't know a single person. I know the drill-- how you smile to show others you're friendly and approachable, but you don't impose yourself on anyone, and you try to make friends one at a time until someone invites you to join the group.

So it is that Lonely Places attract as many lonely people as they produce, and the loneliness we see in them is partly in ourselves.

Rosalie lay awake late at night, alone in her unwomaned bed

Siamo monadi, incapaci di messaggi reciproci, o capaci solo di messaggi monchi, falsi in partenza, fraintesi all'arrivo.

poi scese una notte totale, atrocemente gelida, senza luci in cielo né in terra.