Quotes About Loneliness

Right now I'm done believing you, loving you, trusting you, missing you. You don't even know what I'm feeling and you probably won't even understand. I'm less of a person thanks to you; nothing in world can match up to this pain.

That moment when you realize he is gone and out of your life. The feeling of complete emptiness, depression, loneliness... Knowing that you won't ever get to hug him, call him, kiss him, say those 3 words to him...knowing that he is no longer yours, but hers.

What hurts the most is the feeling of being replaced. It feels like no matter what you did, it wasn't enough. And no matter how hard you try and capture their heart again, nothing ever works.

He dont call me one and only, he just calls me when he gets lonley.

It's you who makes me smile, all the time and all the while...The things I share with you, no one has a clue... You support me in everything I do, a special part of my life is you... Without your company how can I survive?Thanks for being my best buddy in this lonely life.

Your distance from me only brings worries, when you are away I feel lonely, but your presence is on its own eternal glory, and for this wherever you are, I always love you.

I can't imagine life without you, yet, here I am alone, dreaming of the day I can call you mine. And, you are mine, just not all mine. I wake up without you. I cry for you...still you are away. Dreams of crawling into your lap, after a bad day. To feel you stroke my hair, I am still your little girl at heart, even though, I've grown. And, I miss you so.

Ones upon a time I gave you my heart..Now it's in pieces and you're no longer around. I know you dont deserve me anymore but I just can't let you go...All those moments we shared will always stay in my heart. Now I'm sitting here all alone staring at the pictures we once took wishing you were here with me, but I know you won't come back and thats what hurts the most.

I realize now I was wrong when I said I didn't need you.

A piece of me will always wonder what would have happened if you would have never pushed me away and left me to myself.

Life without you is like; Facebook without friends, Youtube without videos, and Google with no results...

Loneliness isn't an emotion it's a constant struggle to keep your chin held up and to not give in to the emptiness of life.

Success in life will create a crowd for you. Loneliness in life will create space for you, but tough times in life will create the true person in you.

Loneliness, when accepted, becomes a gift that will lead us to find a purpose in life.

Once again, I wished that someone else were there on the island. Not to commiserate now, but to cherish him with me. I would say, Look, can you believe it? We have come through the rocks and winds. I failed him, yet he is a sweet wonder of this world.

I walked back through those corridors. My mind was bare, my skin bristling as if it would rise off my flesh. Every noise, every touch, the stones beneath my feet, the splash of fountains from a window, crept evilly upon my senses. The air had a stinging weight like ocean waves. I felt myself a stranger to the world.

The room turned gray, then white. The bed felt cold without him, and too large. I heard no sounds, and the stillness frightened me. It is like a tomb. I rose and rubbed my limbs, slapped them awake, trying to ward off a rising hysteria. This is what it will be, every day, without him. I felt a wild-eyed tightness in my chest, like a scream. Every day, without him.

i had no right to claim him, i knew it. but in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth, such a constellation was he to me.

Their whispers choked me, turned the food in my mouth to ash. I pushed away my plate and sought out corners and spare halls where I might sit undisturbed, except for the occasional passing servant. My narrow world narrowed further: to the cracks in the floor, the carved whorls in the stone walls. They rasped softly as I traced them with my fingertip.

The space beside me on the bed was empty, but the pillow still held the shape of him, and the sheets smelled of us both.

Overhead, my aunt sailed, but I did not trouble with her anymore. She liked to watch lovers, and I had not been one of those for a long time. Perhaps I had never been.

That is what exile meant: no one was coming, no one ever would. There was fear in that knowledge,

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

Ich hatte kein Recht darauf, Anspruch auf ihn zu erheben, das war mir klar. Aber in einem einsamen Leben gibt es jene seltenen Momente, in denen eine Seele die andere berührt, so wie Sterne einmal im Jahr die Erde streifen.