Quotes About Loneliness

No me queda sangre, tengo noche en las venas, negra y helada.

The lonely road to greatness is better than the crowded road to mediocrity.

The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, "I shall be unhappy without loneliness," shows that he made loneliness his master.

A lonely pond in age-old stillness sleeps . . . Apart, unstirred by sound or motion . . . till Suddenly into it a lithe frog leaps. Translated by Curtis Hidden Page

Along this road goes no one, this autumn eve.

On this road where nobody else travels autumn nightfall.

Lonely stillness— a single cicada's cry sinking into stone

Just as a stag's antlers Are split into tines, So I must go willy-nilly Separated from my friend.

Autumn eve – please turn to me. I, too, am stranger.

Stray no further. Do not embrace hope again.

Most days I wish I never met you. Because then I could sleep at night. I wouldn't have to walk around with the knowledge that someone like you was out there. And I wouldn't have to watch you throw it all away.

There are two kinds of people in this world, young fella. Those who can sit in the loneliness of existence and those who turn away.

Life, he realized, was a profoundly complicated thing. It was filled with awe and wonder and beauty, but it was also filled with heartbreak and loneliness. Maybe that was what made it so precious. You could never know what to expect next, or who might step into or out of your world. And the truth was that we were all navigating the mystery together.

If you are the type of person who thinks too much about stuff then there is nothing lonelier in the world than being surrounded by a load of people on a different wavelength.

One cliché attached to bookish people is that they are lonely, but for me books were my way out of being lonely. If you are the type of person who thinks too much about stuff then there is nothing lonelier in the world than being surrounded by a load of people on a different wavelength.

It made me lonely. And when I say lonely, I mean the kind of loneliness that howls through you like a desert wind. It wasn't just the loss of people I had known but also the loss of myself. The loss of who I had been when I had been with them.

I have been in love only once in my life. I suppose that makes me a romantic, in a sense. The idea that you have one true love, that no one else will compare after they have gone. It's a sweet idea, but the reality is terror itself. To be faced with all those lonely years after. To exist when the point of you has gone.

She had shrunk for him and he still hadn't found the space he needed. No more.

This was, I realized, a beautiful planet. Maybe it was the most beautiful of all. But beauty creates its own troubles. You look at a waterfall or an ocean or a sunset, and you find yourself wanting to share it with someone.

I did not know how to be me, my strange and unusual self, without her. I had tried it, of course. I had existed whole years without her, but that was all it had been. An existence. A book with no words.

One cliche attached to bookish people is that they are lonely, but for me books were my way out of being lonely.

But she'd been feeling lonely. And though she'd studied enough existential philosophy to believe loneliness was a fundamental part of being a human in an essentially meaningless universe, it was good to see him.

He believed that the more people were connected on social media, the lonelier society became.

The paradox of modern life is this: we have never been more connected and we have never been more alone.