Quotes About Loneliness

The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.

A guy needs somebody—to be near him." He whined, "A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody.

He took no rest, no recreation, and he became rich without pleasure and respected without friends.

A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody.

You seen what they done to my dog tonight? They says he wasn't no good to himself nor nobody else. When they can me here I wisht somebody'd shoot me. But they won't do nothing like that. I won't have no place to go, an' I can't get no more jobs.

You know, Mr. Trask, once I had a wife. I made her up just as you did, only mine had no life outside my mind. She was good company in my little room. I would talk and she would listen, and then she would talk, would tell me all the happenings of a woman's afternoon. She was very pretty and she made coquettish little jokes. But now I don't know whether I would listen to her. And I wouldn't want to make her sad or lonely. So there's my first plan gone.

Cathy had the one quality required of a great and successful criminal: she trusted no one, confided in no one. Her self was an island.

If the other tire blew, there we were, on a wet and lonesome road, having no recourse except to burst into tears and wait for death. And perhaps some kind birds might cover us with leaves.

A guy needs somebody—to be near him." He whined, "A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody. Don't make no difference who the guy is, long's he's with you. I tell ya," he cried, "I tell ya a guy gets too lonely an' he gets sick.

There was some genuine worry about my traveling alone, open to attack, robbery, assault. It is well known that our roads are dangerous. And here I admit I had senseless qualms. It is some years since I have been alone, nameless, friendless, without any of the safety one gets from family, friends, and accomplices. There is no reality in the danger. It's just a very lonely, helpless feeling at first—a kind of desolate feeling.

How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.

One world: everybody fucks everybody. When he thinks of all the fucking there's been in the world and all the fucking there's going to be, and none of it for him, here he sits in this stuffy car dying, his heart just sinks. He'll never fuck anybody again in his lifetime except poor Janice Springer, he sees this possibility ahead of him straight and grim as the known road.

He had mistaken the two of them for one and entrusted to her this ghost of his alone. A mistake married people make.

The most terrifying and important test for a human being is to be in absolute isolation," he explained. "A human being is a very social creature, and ninety percent of what he does is done only because other people are watching. Alone, with no witnesses, he starts to learn about himself—who is he really?

Can I just sit here for a moment? Human contact, and all that. There's one thing you don't get much in Starfleet—a hug. They ought to have a couple of people in charge of hugs, just to dispense them randomly.

Brod's life was a slow realizaton that the world was not for her,and that for whatever reason,she would never be happy and honest at the same time.She felt as if she were brimming,always producing and hoarding more love inside her.But there was no release.

I felt I would live a long, lonely, useless life and die alone and unmissed (did I mention that I never bothered filling out any grad-school applications?) It's self-indulgent, I know, but this is what happens to the overachieving but essentially useless children of parents who raised their children to do well on tests but failed to equip them with the poison-tipped spurs of true ambition.

Etter å ha gått på dans i forskjellige ungdomshus i nokre år og stort sett dansa åleine, fann eg ein gong ut, det må ha vore seint på kvelden, og einkvan må nok ha gitt meg tilstrekkeleg å drikke, at eg skulle be ei jente opp til dans.

The spire above the empty belfry was bent; it leaned, like the leaning jackpines all around it, with the prevailing northwest wind.

She wrote Dear James. She went on to say nothing directly about his friendliness or her loneliness. If she replied with the whole truth - why wouldn't she feel lonely at times? - he might be encouraged to do more probing and destroy one of the qualities she most enjoyed about this correspondence: giving or withholding at will. Wasn't that the great advantage of living one's life alone, the control?

winter is no stranger to cold hearts.

The hardest part is to travel, and to be away from your family.

Losing my parents really set me adrift in more ways than one. It's not just losing them. It's losing the possibility of family.

I was by far the youngest of the family, and at times it was like being an only child.