Quotes About Loneliness

Joe never married, and he lived alone all his life. He had no need of four chairs, and yet he built the extra three, perhaps as an expression of hope.

Loneliness is the fate of he who dares to change the world.

What upset her most was the cold-blooded way he'd dismissed her from his life. It seemed so easy for him, so...simple. She was gone for him, as if she meant nothing. That hurt, and it didn't stop hurting.

Merry Christmas. His would be without the Merry for sure.

But she was wrong. Loneliness was insidious. It knew no border or boundary, was without mercy, and couldn't be bribed. That was what Mary had attempted to do, bargain with the deep well of pain within her by marrying a man who by his own word would never love her.

Loneliness was insidious. It knew no border or boundary, was without mercy, and couldn't be bribed.

For the first time since I arrived, it struck me how truly alone I was.

No one realized that, being left out in the cold, I was also very much in the dark.

Do you think you can cause something to happen just from wanting it so much?' she asked. 'I don't get what you mean. Does this have to do with your dad?' asked Frannie. 'Not really. I'm talking about loneliness.' Frannie turned around and considered her answer. For awhile she seemed to be in a wilderness of her own. 'Do you mean that you imagined that Issy was your friend?' 'Yes, so completely that it was real.' 'Oh, that can happen. I believe that totally. Loneliness is powerful.

Now he wasn't going to be here to love me or to talk to me. To have conversations with me about everything. Stuff. What was on his mind.

qui siedo sempre come un maestoso cazzo fra duoi coglioni. [...I always sit here like a majestic prick between two balls.]

Grainier still went to services some rare times, when a trip to town coincided. People spoke nicely to him there, people recognized him from the days when he'd attended almost regularly with Gladys, but he generally regretted going. He very often wept in church. Living up the Moyea with plenty of small chores to distract him, he forgot he was a sad man. When the hymns began, he remembered.

She was resting at a table between numbers in the Greek nightclub where she was dancing. A little of the stage light touched her. She was very frail. She seemed to be thinking about something far away, waiting patiently for somebody to destroy her.

I'm telling you it's cold inside the body that is not the body, lonesome behind the face that is certainly not the face of the person one meant to become.

I don't remember what I said to them. I remember loneliness crushing first my lungs. Then my heart. Then my balls.

The Vine had no jukebox, but a real stereo continually playing tunes of alcoholic self-pity and sentimental divorce.

It was a long straight road through dry fields as far as a person could see. You'd think the sky didn't have any air in it, and the earth was made of paper. Rather than moving, we were just getting smaller and smaller.

His life had no meaning. It was intolerable. The last three decades had been a hollow waste of time. Hands

You don't have a partner, Marshal, You came here alone.

My father's gone, Joe said eventually. Emma's dead. Your brother's dead. My brothers scattered. Shit, D, you're one of the only people I know anymore. I lose you, who the fuck am I?

The loneliness of another can be shocking when it lays itself bare without warning.

all he wanted was to not be alone, but he knew there was no getting rescued from that

I'm alone," Angie had told me a month ago. "No, you're not." "You're not alone," I said, my arms wrapped around her from behind. "Yes, I am. And all your holding and all your love can't change that right now.

Being alone, you see, is the worst of hell's punishments.