Quotes About Loneliness

Missing someone causes insomnia like symptoms. The frustration of being without that person keeps you awake at night.

Sometimes I feel lonely not because I have no one around to talk to, but because the lady I love most is still out of my Life. I'm hoping and praying for the day she finally comes.

The only difference between missing someone and loneliness is the words themselves.

You can miss someone who died , you can miss someone who moved away, but the worst is when you miss someone you see everyday.

The days feel like years when I'm alone... when you walk away I count the steps that you take, do you see how much I need you right now?

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone, but though you're still with me, I've been alone all along.

I don't miss the relationship, I miss the companionship.

Spongebob: What do you usually do when I'm gone? Patrick: Wait for you to come back.

Being single at a friend's wedding always makes you think, when is it my turn?

Chills stood the hair on the back of his neck on end as he thought of being stuck down in the cavern, forever.

The isolation of this place tightened like a vise around her throat.

Someone knocked on his front door, someone brave because Rylan knew he'd not been fit company for anyone.

I didn't expect you to do all this work, Maizy. You probably don't even need to come over every day." And that made him feel so sorry for himself. What would he do without her company?

The petulant Cassie began to rear her head more fiercely. She wanted to hurt Red because she was hurting, and it didn't seem fair that she had to hurt alone. She wanted to scream at him and loathe all men through him, because he could never have a child, but he could make a child grow inside a woman and then leave her to die alone.

I was also struck by how John wasn't really alone out there because he knew had God with him. My pa was a believer, but we never went near a church or talked much about faith or owned a Bible. That Bible I found was an anchor to hold on to. It reminded me God was with me in the wilderness.~ Trace

Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.

White There was a moment in the darkness when the fear lifted. A moment where white surrounded me. Hope. Lily, and someone else, and a sprinkling of water. "Holy water, Jenna." "You can let go if you need to." "Forgiveness, Jenna." But I couldn't let go. It wasn't in my power. I was already swirling, flying, falling. To someplace deep I didn't understand. Where all the sounds buy my own voice disappeared. Only me. For so long. I don't want to be alone anymore. (120)

My face is full, but also slight, I pale in the bright of light, I whisper sweet to the forest owl, I kiss the air with Wolf's sad howl, Eyes follow me from sea to sea, Yet alone in this world... I will ever be.

He looked gloomily out of the misty window, opaque with the breath of himself and an elderly Indian officer, who was his only companion, and watched the fleeting landscape, which had a certain phantom-like appearance in its shroud of snow. He wrapped himself in the vast folds of his railway rug, with a peevish shiver, and felt inclined to quarrel with the destiny which compelled him to travel by an early train upon a pitiless winter's day.

Who has not been, or is not to be mad in some lonely hour of life? Who is quite safe from the trembling of the balance?

I am reading now "Where Are You Now

Suddenly he saw himself as others in the crowd must surely see him; a silent, solitary figure, standing apart from the rest. He looked out at the hoardes of singing, laughing people and felt more alone than he'd ever felt in his life. Was this how it was going to be then? Was this who he was? A man apart from his fellows, making the journey through life alone?

When your head is filled with things that other people don't seem to give much thought to - chymistry, star names, mandrake root, mathematicall magick - it can be hard to make friends. Being short, secretive, and smarter than everybody else doesn't help.

I shall have to miss forever some beautiful, wonderful things because of that wretched, lonely childhood. There will always be a lacking, a wanting -- some dead branches that never grew leaves. It is not deaths and murders and plots and wars that make life tragedy. It is day after day, and year after year, and Nothing. It is a sunburned little hand reached out and Nothing put into it.