Quotes About Loneliness

But never in his saddest dreams had he thought he'd spend his last years dusting this enormous old house for no one at all.

A cry drifted along Walnut Street, more mournful than any tears. It rode a puff of breeze into the bedroom where Mark lay, holding himself awake. Bark! Bark! Bark! A-wooooo-ooo-ooo! Bark! Bark! Awooo! Mark popped up like a jack-in-the-box. The cry came again, thin and clear. It sounded exactly like, "Mark, Mark Mark. I need yoooo-ooo-oou!" Surely he was imagining things.

Be kind - Remember every one you meet is fighting a battle - everybody's lonesome.

I couldn't let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million lonely aisles.

Now loneliness washed intolerably over her, as though she were drowning in a cold black pond.

He watched the sun rise beyond the grape arbor. In the thin golden light the young leaves and tendrils of the Scuppernong were like Twink Weatherby's hair. He decided that sunrise and sunset both gave him a pleasantly sad feeling. The sunrise brought a wild, free sadness; the sunset, a lonely yet a comforting one. He indulged his agreeable melancholy until the earth under him turned from gray to lavender and then to the color dried corn husks.

He would be lonely all his life. But a man took it for his share and went on.

Being alone was easier. No risk, just loneliness. No one ever died from that.

I'd never indulged in feelings of loneliness. Too dangerous. I'd learned that after my mother's murder. Loneliness could swallow you up, like a disease. Make you vulnerable to anything, even a smile. But then I'd stopped being lonely. And what was more dangerous? Loneliness? Or having friends and family who could be taken from you? "Grant

The first thing you learn is how to be alone. You learn, or suffer. It is an easy lesson. You suffer more when people are around. People make you feel alone. And loneliness is a quiet wound.

After the first week, I found I could trick my troubled mind into much-needed sleep. My method was to ask a question that had haunted my loneliness since I was a child: Why does God allow suffering? Isaiah supplied the answer: "I am the Lord, and there is no other; I form the light and create darkness, I make peace and create evil; I the Lord do all these things.

The thinker has much to contend with—the home, marriage, his own body, convention, books, the weight of past reflection, and loneliness. But sometimes he is compelled to contend with something more: not just the indifference or even the mild disdain of the crowd, but its actual hostility. In Western religion the death of Jesus is central; in the heroic tradition, the death of Achilles; in philosophy, much revolves around the judicial murder of Socrates.

Ben had kept up with his son all this time. But his son had never returned his calls or come to visit, convinced that at his age he no longer needed a father. He was wrong.

shakes alone." Nick

The more anxious and alone or inadequate and incompetent they feel, the more tenaciously they hold to whatever thoughts, attitudes and behaviors bring relief. If they do not develop more effective coping mechanisms, the ones that bring relief solidify into self-defeating behaviors.

Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them like Paul Revere, awakening feelings that gather into great armies.

Abu-Jamal, serving a life-sentence now in the Pennsylvania prison, after over 29 years on death row, observes this about prison time: "Once loving relationships wither into yesterday's dust. Relatives die, their loss mourned in silent loneliness. Times, temperaments, mores change, and the caged move to outdated rhythms.

Solitude is different from loneliness. Solitude is rich, inspiring, and restful; replete with space and possibility. Loneliness is empty, pathetic, and enervating; bereft of power and potential. Lonely people expect others to fill their inner void, whereas lovers of solitude—which is what I invite you to become on this journey—recognize that time alone is precious, a refuge where you can practice meeting yourself in the mirror of the blank page.

It didn't take a trauma to make you wear a mask. It didn't take your parents getting shot...or cosmic rays or a power ring...Just the perfect combination of loneliness and despair.

Solitude and loneliness are two separate things. One you choose out of wisdom, the other out of necessity." -Mark Miller

Not having the company of books made me feel even more isolated.

Just because you never look at me doesn't mean I'm not here.

Alone, even in a crowd. Dead, but able to touch and sense the living. Real, but intangible.

The marathon lane is largely empty, mostly silent: the road of the damned rather than the saved.