Quotes About Loneliness

Night fell, the first I had spent not embracing a rock, and perhaps for this reason it seemed cruelly shorter to me. The light tended at every moment to erase Ayl, to cast a doubt on her presence, but the darkness restored my certainty she was there.

There is a place where spiders make their nests. Only Pin knows it. He's the only one in the whole valley, perhaps in the whole area. No other boy except Pin has ever heard of spiders that make nests. Perhaps one day Pin will find a friend, a real friend, who understands him and whom he can understand, and then to him, and only to him, will he show the place where the spiders have their lairs.

?nsanlar on bir ay boyunca kenti seviyorlar, kente toz kondurmuyorlard?; gökdelenler, otomatik sigara sat?c?lar?, panoramik perdeli sinemalar sürekli bir çekicilik kayna?? say?l?yordu. Bu duyguyu kesinlikle payla?mayan tek ki?i ise Marcovaldo idi.

Déblayer la neige n'est pas un jeu d'enfant, surtout quand on a l'estomac presque vide, mais pour Marcovaldo, la neige était comme une amie, comme un élément qui annulait les murs qui emprisonnaient sa vie.

Alien was my room, the small trunk that was my luggage, the view from the little window. I feared I could no longer establish a relationship with anyone or anything.

they live for each other; their eyes are interlocked but there is not love between them.

Although I was the one cast out alone onto a transcontinental bus, home was running away from me

I don't want to sound like someone's grandmother or anything here, but really, would it be so hard to pick up a phone and call?

Imagine, if you will, what life would be like if you were not understood.

In diesem Moment wurde mir klar, wie vereinsamt ich war: Schon bei der kleinsten zwischenmenschlichen Zuwendung brach ich beinahe in Tränen aus.

Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

Every deed and every relationship is surrounded by an atmosphere of silence. Friendship needs no words -- it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

Fatigue dulls the pain, but awakes enticing thoughts of death. So! that is the way in which you are tempted to overcome your loneliness -- by making the ultimate escape from life. -- No! It may be that death is to be your ultimate gift to life: it must not be an act of treachery against it.

whacking the ground, like a wife pounding her pillow, alone all night.

Jeez. Not even the ghosts wanted to have lunch with me.

That night I was alone in my room with the lights off. The radio was on and I was staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep much at night anymore because that was when the hollow, empty feeling was the worst. At night there's nothing to hold your mind to the earth, and you spend the entire time falling into an abyss. The only cure is the rising of the sun.

The shorter story; No love, no glory; No hero in her skies.

On that lonely road they looked like mirror images of each other. Perhaps each of them thought of real communication as unnecessary, words divide by multiplying, what was certain was the oneness underneath the words. But now they refrain from talking because it might reveal to them how dangerously unlike one another they are. An image in a mirror is a reversal, the reflection and the original are joined but might cancel each other out.

When the girl herself is absent, the room is like a blank page, almost no marks or clues to say anything about her, which perhaps does say something about her.

He had built his own future brick by brick around himself but there were no doors or windows, at least that was the way it seemed at the time he had thought to himself, I am locked in, it was like one of those ghost stories where you wake up and you are sealed in a coffin.

Those who are alone, under hardship or who are ill may find it hard to grasp the Christmas spirit. Thankfully, the miracle of the Christ child born in Bethlehem is what still gives genuine hope to all those who are hurting today.

The emptiness, the way his heels rang on the asphalt,was satisfying, emphasised his aloneness. A man alone, alone late at night with no one to say he should be home in bed.

It was lonely in that damn motel room. When I'm on the road, I usually have a dog with me. Animals I like. People I learned a long time ago to do without.