Quotes About Loneliness

I am a dead man who wanders registered nowhere

She wondered all the same how much they really had to say to one another, given that they had only this city in common and a similar way of talking, the same intonation, perhaps she'd just wanted to believe after that third whiskey on the roof garden at the Hilton that he would give her back something she'd lost, a missing taste, an intonation gone flat, that ghostly feeling of home, though she was no longer at home anywhere.

Yine sigara ve içki içilmiÅŸ, sigaralar, kadehler say?lm??; sonra, yaln?z bugün için, iki sigara daha, çünkü bugünle pazartesi aras?nda üç gün var, Ivan's?z üç gün. Ama altm?? sigara sonra Ivan Viyana'ya dönmüÅŸ olacak...

Well, we're grasping for two things at once. Partly for communion with others that's the deepest instinct in us. And partly, we're seeking security. By constant communion with others we hope we shall be able to accept the horrible fact of our total solitude. We're always reaching out for new projects, new structure, new systems in order to abolish partly or wholly our insight into our loneliness. If it weren't so, religious systems would never arise.

I think I am a better ghost than I am a human being.

No hay tiempo para discutir la soledad.

I have always felt lonely in the world out there. That is why I escaped into filmmaking even though the feeling of community is an illusion.

To know what you want to share with the world because something has been transmitted to you is to know loneliness and real solitude, because no one else can share it.

Sometimes the least friendly people are the ones in greatest need of a friend.

From my window I watched the full moon—a moon that reminded me of Brett—become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was gayety and love for others of my age, was going to continue for all of my days.

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.

Better be quarreling than lonesome.

Better be quarrelling than lonesome.

Then I can sit in the film café from morning till night, all year round. Some day they will discover me as a starved corpse to use as an extra.

kau harus memperlakukan kegiatan menulismu sebagai sebuah karier. Kau tidak boleh membicarakannya. Kau harus melakukannya-ingin melakukannya, suka melakukannya walaupun harus kesepian, merasa bahwa di bumi tidak ada yang lebih penting ketika kau sedang melakukannya.

And this the burthen of his songForever used to be,"I care for nobody, not I,If no one cares for me."

It's an odd feeling-farewell-there is some envy in it. Men go off to be tested for courage and if we're tested at all, it's for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness.

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

She sat quietly in one corner of the sofa, the end of her sari drawn modestly over her hair. Like the motionless illusion of a madly spinning top, she was staring vacantly into space.

One symptom of being on that path is loneliness." He continues: Nothing strengthens us so much as isolation and transplantation ... under the wholesome demand his soul will put forth all her native vigor . . . it may not be necessary for us to withdraw from home and friends; but we shall have to withdraw our heart's deepest dependence from all earthly props and supports, if ever we are to learn what it is to trust simply and absolutely on the eternal God.

Oh yes. It's open all right, but not many people come in here to look at me now so there's no point in selling tickets. No one is interested in a man who professes to be a monster. They'll give me notice very soon. I started out being a great attraction, but people soon understood that what fascinated them about me was no more than the reflection of their own deformities. All I do is how them what is inside themselves,' He added mournfully.

Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow

One's life, from the beginning, is lonely and desolate; After death, you are inactive of your own. Look quietly at the world of men- Whether they flourish or fade, it's all one grave

I am the man who comes and goes between the bar and the telephone booth. Or, rather:that man is called 'I' and you know nothing else about him, just as this station is called only 'station' and beyond it there exists nothing except the unanswered signal of a telephone ringing in a dark room of a distant city.