Quotes About Loneliness

Feeling alone, Feeling unloved, Feeling unwanted and Feeling forgotten about is one of the worst feelings in the world, and the hardest to forget. But I hope you never forget that there is someone who's always by your side and he'll always love you, always wants you, and always cares about you no matter what.

Nobody is right till somebody is wrong. Nobody is weak till somebody is strong.. Nobody is lucky till love comes along... Nobody is lonely till loved one gone...

Everyone says that love hurts but that not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Everyone confuses these things with love. But in reality love is the only thing in the world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again.

Most people say that love hurts. I say that loneliness hurts more ...

Some of us do so much to make others happy. Sad thing is, some of us dont even know someone that would do the same for us.

At first glance, I underestimated how much of an impact you would have on my life. But now, every time I see your infectious smile, I am glad that we had met. When I hear the sound of your voice, its as soft as a summer breeze. And, every day I dont get to see you, I feel so alone in the world that my heart begins to crack.

The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever.

Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love.

Why did god create a dual universe? So he might say 'Be not like me. I am alone.' And it might be heard.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

I'd rather live at peace and be lonely than live in the midst of crowds and have people hate me.

I'd rather live at peace and be lonely than live in the midst of crowds and have people hate me. That way I can make sure that only the ones who trust me will come to visit.

I am a monster, I realised, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin. There'd be nothing wrong with that, if it weren't for the fact that every so often the monster wants to be loved and cosseted and has to grovel, whining, back to the world of men.

Suddenly I had a flash of insight: I am a monster, I realized, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin.

I've taken on this task to keep me from staring into the gloom and being frightened. For I am frightened. Fear creeps up on me from all sides, and I don't want to wait until it gets to me and overpowers me. I shall write until darkness falls, and this new, unfamiliar work should make my mind tired, empty and drowsy. I'm not afraid of morning, only of the long, gloomy afternoons.

The old man's eyes are unpolished sapphires, and, in the haze of a thousand years of incense burned, he tells me tales of Canaletto, of Guardi and Titian and Tiepolo. He speaks of them as though they are his confidants, the fellows with whom he sups on Thursday nights. He says life is a search for beauty and that art dissolves loneliness. His and mine, I think. I am not alone. I am a wanderer in a blue felt cloche, come to Venice to stitch together her fantasies.

At Field Elementary School in Omaha, I'd been the only one in my class to flunk kindergarten; I don't remember why

You could have a family of one and still drive them apart.

Nobody loves no one.

Kimmy's not really talking to you. She only needs a witness, not an audience.

Not that I even cared for company. Certainly not these people. But I spend most of my days alone, and my nights with people I never wish to see in the morning. I will admit, at least to my darkest soul, that there was nothing worse to be than in the middle of many souls, even souls you might know, and still be lonely. I have spoken of this before. Men I have met and women too, surrounded by what they think is love and yet are the loneliest in all the ten and three worlds.

I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used.

I didn't know! I was here with you all the time. How could I know you were so alone?

Absolutely lonely people have few personal interactions of any kind.