Quotes About Loneliness

Una pareja es un mundo, un mundo autónomo y cerrado que se desplaza dentro de un mundo más vasto, sin verse realmente afectado; solitario, en cambio, estaba surcado por fallas y requerí cierto coraje para, guardándome la hoja con las informaciones en un bolsillo de la chaqueta, salir a visitar el pueblo.

El domingo por la mañana salí un rato por el barrio; compré una barra de pan con uvas. El día era tibio, pero un poco triste, como suele ser el domingo en París; sobre todo cuando uno no cree en Dios.

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." Incipit

Seres humanos calvos, viejos, razonables, vestidos de gris, se cruzan a unos metros de distancia en sus sillas de ruedas. Circulan por un espacio inmenso, gris y desnudo; no hay cielo, no hay horizonte, nada; sólo hay gris. Cada cual farfulla para sus adentros, con la cabeza encogida entre los hombros, sin ver a los demás, sin siquiera prestar atención al espacio.

Je m'adresse à tous ceux qu'on n'a jamais aimés, Qui n'ont jamais su plaire; Je m'adresse aux absents du sexe libéré, Du plaisir ordinaire. Ne craignez rien, amis, votre perte est minime : Nul part l'amour n'existe. C'est juste un jeu cruel dont vous êtes les victimes; Un jeu de spécialistes.

Some Mondays at the very end of November or at the beginning of December one has, especially if one is single, the feeling of being sentenced to death.

Por eso merezco la muerte, e incluso castigos muchos más severos: acabaré mi vida desdichado, gruñón y solo, y lo habré merecido. ¿Cómo un hombre, después de haberla conocido, podía alejarse de Kate? Es incomprensible.

Si hay alguien que me ame, en la Tierra o las estrellas, Debería darme alguna señal ahora Siento cómo se acumulan los indicios de un desastre, En mi brazo, la cuchilla traza una línea recta.

La solitude à deux est l'enfer consenti.

Var jeg i stand til at være lykkelig i min ensomhed? Det regnede jeg ikke med. Var jeg i stand til at blive lykkelig i det hele taget? Den slags spørgsmål tror jeg man gør klogest i at undgå at stille sig selv.

le monde en général et deux membres de sa famille en particulier allaient voir qui il était et quelles que fussent leurs réactions il allait rester comme il avait décidé qu'il serait à tout jamais, dérangeant, provocateur et, s'il le fallait, seul.

And we'd look at each other the way you do when you see someone on the street you think you recognize, but not quite. Someone you wish with all your heart were there but who is actually just a stranger. And you feel a kind of deep longing that hurts like a huge gash and your inability to fix it leaves you frustrated and angry and bone-deep lonely.

And she would like to cry, but she is unable to; and she would like to disappear but she won't; and she would like to stop feeling this despair and so she thinks that she will go to the movies see friends shop eat barter fuck the neighbor's husband: she is like a sow in her mud (of loneliness) and covers herself in it and what of it--it is the disease of her country, and the late night television shows the magazines and movies in cheap collusion with it.

All the while, she understood that nothing could save her from the emptiness of the years that still had to be lived. Days passed, and weeks, and no one said her name.

Guilt is a gorgeous girl but nobody wants her.

He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up after a few lousy years. She was a coward.

Fear is the loneliest feeling. You can be in a throng of people, but if you're afraid, you're on your own.

It stood. It faced me. Dark, dark against the sea. I saw its arms hanging at its sides. I saw that one shoulder was higher than the other. I saw its wet round head.

Voor jou is het anders... Nee, dat is het niet, wilde ze wel uitschreeuwen. Snap je dan niet dat jij en Wolf de eerste vrienden zijn die ik ooit heb gehad? - Renn

En de uitgestotene? Spannen ze met hem samen?' 'Nee,' mompelde het meisje. 'Maar ze zijn wel met hem verbonden. Hij door het bot, zij door het hart.

Wolf longed to be with them - but they were Not-Breath. He didn't understand how this could be. Darkfur and the cubs were…not. Wolf shut his eyes. He wanted to be not too.

serial killers report themselves as very lonely children who felt alienated and isolated from their peers. During their latency phases they did not learn to socialise, they did not learn to empathise with others and they did not incorporate moral and ethical values.

We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.

Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.