Quotes About Loneliness

I was living alone before, Campbell, if that's what you're asking. She looks at me over the edge of her wine glass. How about you? I have six wives, fifteen children, and an assortment of sheep. Her lips curve. People like you always make me feel like I'm underachieving.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

Isolation, I think, is the worst thing in the world.

Death is scary and confusing and painful, and facing it alone shouldn't be the norm.

I wonder how someone can leave in the blink of an eye without you even noticing.

Kiedy nie ma siÄ™ nic oprócz mÅ'otka, wszystko wyglÄ…da jak gwó?d?.

I glance at the house, dark and empty. Am I my sister's keeper? I say. Then I grin at her. If you feel like waiting, you can come up and see my etchings.

The loneliest creature on earth is a whale that has spent more than twenty years calling out for a mate, I read, but whose voice is so different from those of the other whales that none of them ever respond.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. 'Then why are you here?

Nobody's birthday.

What no one told me about grief is how lonely it is. No matter who else is mourning, you're in your own little cell. Even when people try to comfort you, you're aware that now there is a barrier between you and them, made of the horrible thing that happened, that keeps you isolated.

My life is moving forward in a weird empty narrative, missing one key character, whose current life is a continuous loop.

I walk towards the car but on second thought step back to the railing for a final look. Enormous. Anonymous. I could hurtle myself down the walls of this chasm, and never be found.

Èši-a spus cineva ceva? am întrebat-o. - Nu-s decât o ciuperc?. Gluma asta cazon? era veche È™i pe timpul lui taic?-meu: Sunt È›inut? în bezn? È™i hr?nit? cu rahat.

You scan the cheering bleachers for the strange boy's face: handsome, reserved, with the eye patch, a little dramatic, a little scary. You finally find him sitting there in the middle of the sixth row. He is wearing a dark green army jacket and is staring back at you. He looks sad and beautiful, like a watercolor in a hospital room.

I was a shy kid and I was afraid what I said sounded stupid, so I hardly ever said anything. I was the third wheel. Fifth wheel? I was the fucking wheel you didn't really need, but I still hung around. I thought maybe my silence would one day impress somebody. As of yet, it hadn't done much for me.

We are wholly alone in the evening gloom. And my fingers are warm like the lost days of June. — Joseph Brodsky, from "Evening," Joseph Brodsky: Selected Poems , trans. George L. Kline (Harper & Row, 1973)

No one knows what it is to lie here alone day after day, in silence and darkness, without hearing a voice or seeing a ray of light. Sad thoughts come over me, and I do not feel sometimes as if I could bear it any longer or as if it could ever be light again.

the other he keeps away from church. People get out of his way when he appears once in a twelve-month down here among us. We all fear him and he is really just like a heathen or an old Indian, with those thick grey eyebrows and that huge uncanny beard. When he wanders along the road with his twisted stick we are

No one knows what it is to lie here alone day after day, in silence and darkness, without hearing a voice or seeing a ray of light. Sad thoughts come over me, and I do not feel sometimes as if I could bear it any longer or as if it could ever be light again. But when you come and read those words to me, then I am comforted and my heart rejoices once more.

It's more dangerous to make friends when you're old than when you're young.

If you think making friends now is difficult; try old age.

The torment of not building friendships in families can last for a lifetime.

After she had spoken she looked out the window once more. Darkness had fallen and she could see only her own reflection in the glass. The intruder had gone, though she had scarcely noticed him slip away. She looked at herself in the window. Soon there would be no reflection of her anywhere at all.