Quotes About Loneliness

Some people will find their own grave too crowded.

Wat nu weer?... Millennia lang zie ik niemand en nu lijk ik opeens weer populair te zijn. - Mars Ultor

it is only when no one remembers that you are truly lost. That is the true death.

There is a longing for membership that no amount of rational thought, no proof of the absolute loneliness or humanity or of the unredeemed nature of our sufferings, can ever eradicate."84 Attempts to affirm the boundary between science and religion will thus likely not work so long as apocalyptic environmentalists speak to deep human needs for meaning and purpose and environmental rationalists don't. As

You know what they call a leader with no followers?" The others waited for him to answer his own question. "Just a guy out taking a walk.

How disorienting and isolating immortality must be, and how strong he must be to weather it.

Afterward I just lay there watching everyone kiss while I died, thinking how cool it was to be on my bedroom floor bleeding while everyone in America celebrated the end of my life

Like many men his age, he occupied a kind of limbo, not young enough to be the new face in the bars that everyone wanted and not old enough to be – and didn't want to be – the funny old queen whose jokes everyone laughed at. Instead, he was just middle aged and alone.

Do you remember the first day that we met? It was- it was the first day of kindergarten. I knew nobody. I had no friends, and I just felt so alone and so scared…but I saw you on the swings, and you were alone, too. And I just walked up to you, and I asked. I asked if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes. You said yes . It was the best thing I've ever done.

When I was younger, many of my romantic escapades were just a means of simply avoiding being by myself. I was afraid of feeling lonely, afraid I wouldn't know what to say to myself.

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There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.

The only conclusion he could draw was that without points of reference, a man melts away.

All I knew was that once again I found myself alone, with even less desire to live and nothing to look forward to but aggravations.

I can't hide the truth: I will end my life unhappy, cantankerous and alone, and I will have deserved it.

We turn our eyes to the heavens, and the heavens are empty.

Por mucho valor, sangre fría y humor que uno acumule a lo largo de su vida, siempre acaba con el corazón destrozado. Y entonces uno deja de reírse. A fin de cuentas ya sólo quedan la soledad, el frío y el silencio. A fin de cuentas, sólo queda la muerte.

In the end, my cock was all I had.

In this apartment, as in his whole life now, he knew he would always feel as though he were staying in a hotel.

The problem is, it's just not enough to live according to the rules. Sure, you manage to live according to the rules. Sometimes it's tight, extremely tight, but on the whole you manage it. Your tax papers are up to date. Your bills paid on time. You never go out without your identity card (and the special little wallet for your Visa!). Yet you haven't any friends. The

Certains lundis de la toute fin novembre, ou du début de décembre, surtout lorsqu'on est célibataire, on a la sensation d'être dans le couloir de la mort. Les vacances d'été sont depuis longtemps oubliées, la nouvelle année est encore loin ; la proximité du néant est inhabituelle.

The problem is, it's just not enough to live according to the rules. Sure, you manage to live according to the rules. Sometimes it's tight, extremely tight, but on the whole you manage it. Your tax papers are up to date. Your bills paid on time. You never go out without your identity card (and the special little wallet for your Visa!). Yet you haven't any friends.

Even more, they cannot play this role in front of another being. And yet they ought to be able to do so: for this dissolution of being is a tragic dissolution; and we all continue, moved by a painful nostalgia, to ask the other for what we ourselves can no longer be; to seek, like a blinded phantom, this weight of being that we no longer find within ourselves. This resistance, this permanence; this depth. Of course, everyone fails, and the loneliness is excruciating.

Michel Houellebecq