Quotes About Loneliness

I am incomparably, incredibly, overwhelmingly glad to be home. I've never been so goddam lonesome in my life.

They was havin' the time a their life, an' same time you wouldn' give a gopher for their chance.'' Casy said, "Seems like that's the way. Fella havin' fun, he don't give a damn; but a fella mean an' lonely an' old an' disappointed—he's scared of dyin'!

Such men are rare now, but in the nineties there were many of them, wandering men, lonely men, who wanted it that way. Some of them ran from responsibilities and some felt driven out of society by injustice. They worked a little, but not for long. They stole a little, but only food and occasionally needed garments from a wash line. They were all kinds of men–literate men and ignorant men, clean men and dirty men–but all of them had restlessness in common.

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They

I don't know whether I can accept things or not, Lee said I've never had a chance to try. I've always found myself with some - not less uncertain but less able to take care of uncertainty. I've had to do my weeping - alone.

I believe one thing powerfully- that the only creative thing our species has is the individual, lonely mind... The group ungoverned by individual thinking is a horrible destructive principle.

And I get to tend the rabbits…Lennie giggled with happiness.

It's nice for a mediocre man to know that greatness must be the loneliest state in the world.

During the years he was never sick, except of course for the chronic indigestion which was universal, and still is, with men who live alone, cook for themselves, and eat in solitude.

Well, you keep your place then, Nigger. I could get you strung up on a tree so easy it ain't even funny." Crooks had reduced himself to nothing. There was no personality, no ego—nothing to arouse either like or dislike. He said, "Yes, ma'am," and his voice was toneless. For

He's lonelier than you are because he has no lovely future to dream about.

Greatness is lonely and mediocre people feel consoled by that thought. One has to choose between greatness and mediocrity oneself and the responsibility is all theirs if they accept greatness.

The ragged man looked around at the circle, and then he turned and walked quickly away into the darkness. The dark swallowed him, but his dragging footsteps could be heard a long time after he had gone, footsteps along the road; and a car came by on the highway, and its lights showed the ragged man shuffling along the road, his head hanging down and his hands in the black coat pockets.

he felt himself hopelessly outnumbered.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable. And if he is a writer wise enough to know it can't be done, then he is not a writer at all. A good writer always works at the impossible.

There you have the difference between greatness and mediocrity. It's not an uncommon disease. But it's nice for a mediocre man to know that greatness must be the loneliest state in the world.

I thought my blood must survive—my line—but it's not so. My knowledge, yes—the long knowledge remembered, repeated, the pride, yes, the pride and warmth, Mordeen, warmth and companionship and love so that the loneliness we wear like icy clothes is not always there. These I can give.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself. What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately. A man is a lonely thing.

I wisht somebody'd shoot me if I got old an' a cripple.

Down towards one end of the village, among the small houses, a dog complained about the cold and the loneliness. He raised his nose to his god and gave a long and fulsome account of the state of the world as it applied to him. He was a practiced singer with a full bell throat and great versatility of range and control.

Omul este singurul parazit care-È™i preg?teÈ™te capcana, îi pune momeala, apoi calc? de bun?voie în ea.

The political reality Steinbeck examined in Of Mice and Men, set a "few miles south of Soledad"—Spanish for "solitude"—is the intense loneliness and anger engendered by hopelessness.

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake and then they go inta town and blow their stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.

He raged at his farm, forced it, added to it, drilled and trimmed, and his boundaries extended. He took no rest, no recreation, and he became rich without pleasure and respected without friends.