Quotes About Loneliness

Mais qu'avons-nous tous, pauvres humains, à vouloir nous serrer contre un autre corps ?

It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.

Why is it nobody understands me and everybody likes me?

My disease," she said, speaking fast, "dates back to Bible days. Leah had it, in the book of Genesis. It is wallfloweritis." "Huh?" broke in Harding, dazedly curious. "Wallfloweritis," she repeated stoutly. "An acute and chronic case of being a perennial wallflower. Oh, please don't be polite and silly and deny it!

We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

She goes on with her beautiful hair and mouth like before, I go on like before, alone in the field. It's like my head had been lowered, And if I think this, and raise my head And the golden sun dries the need to cry I can't stop having. How vast the field and interior love... ! I look, and I forget, like dryness where there was water and trees losing their leaves.

Estar a su lado (que creo es, justamente, donde deseo estar) equivale a estar aún más solo.

I don't remember ever feeling lonely; in fact, on the rare occasions when I met other children I found their games and their talk far less interesting than the adventures and dialogues I read in my books.

Non è solo chi è solo; è solo chi si sente solo.

If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.

A mi noche no la mata ningún sol.

Esta manía de saberme ángel, sin edad, sin muerte en qué vivirme, sin piedad por mi nombre ni por mis huesos que lloran vagando.

Enamorarse a solas es enamorarse del silencio, un silencio con humo y espejos. El amor, si es algo, es dos que se miran. Tú has intentado crear su mirada en tu mágico laboratorio poético. No quejarse si estás quemada y dolorida. En vez de dos ojos salió una sonrisa de desprecio. La que esperabas, sin duda. Pero como era demasiado insoportable revelarte que buscabas la desdicha pura te entregaste falsamente a lo que no buscabas.

What happened to Kafka is the same as what happened to me. He withdrew, he went too far into solitude and knew he must have known, you never come back from there.

All night I flee from someone. I lead the chase, I lead the fugue. I sing a song of mourning. Black birds over black shrouds. My brain cries.

Y nadie o casi nadie es amado de la manera en que yo lo deseo —exceptuando algunos perros

but the day rains over the emptiness of everything

you don't speak you no longer speak to yourself even the she in the mirror has disappeared

All night I hear the voice of someone seeking me out. All night you abandon me slowly like the water that sobs slowly falling. All night I write luminous messages, messages of rain, all night someone checks for me and I check for someone.

Qué soledad es ésta, llena de otro, con sus ojos y sus manos y sus cabellos poblando la aparente soledad de tu noche?

De noche me pregunto qué me puede importar a mí la literatura si lo que yo quiero es que X. esté a mi lado.

I do nothing but search and not find. That's how I waste my nights.

the wine the sadness and the night

All night I see that abandonment is me, that the sole sobbing voice is me. We can search with lanterns, cross the shadow's lie. We can feel the heart thud in the thigh and water subside in the archaic site of the heart. All night I ask you why. All night you tell me no .