Quotes About Loneliness

Yoseb grew quiet, wanting what he saw in front of him not to be true. "Isak-ah, why did I bring you to this hell? I was so lonesome for you. I was wrong, you know, to bring you

The problem was I didn't want just anyone's company. I wanted the company of funny, smart, like-minded people. That's when I realized something about myself: I would rather be lonely than bored.

So my second realization was that I would rather be lonely than be friends with non-friends. Losing friends is hard, but losing fake friends, as it turns out, is pretty damn easy.

As everyone knows, depressed people are some of the most boring people in the world. I know this because when I was depressed, people fled. Except my best friends.

Because I think that it finally dawned on me that I have a child who will never know her grandmother, the person who was the closest to me in the world. And I was about to start this journey with my daughter by myself without the help of my mother. I was going to raise her alone, and I was terrified.

You have no significant other at home on any given day of the week. Male, female, alien. I don't care what floats your boat. But you're going to hit crazy-cat lady-territory soon.

A star geiko is never, ever alone and I always wanted to be by myself.

I lay there alone for hours, crying my eyes out. I was still trying to rationalize the relationship: Why can't I let things just stay as they are? What difference does it make if he's married? But the fact is it did matter. I refused to be second best any longer.

Her worst terrors came during the night. She could believe in herself in daylight, but alone in the pitch-blackness of the cellar she doubted her very existence. However hard she strained to see the walls and the floor, even her hand before her face, there was only darkness. And the darkness was more alive than she was.

To be an immigrant Is to be solitary in the midst of millions.

Pur en l'oblit, i encès, i solitari, que tot se'm faci pedra de desig, arbre de llum, refugi de silenci.

Mai més podràs servir-te del recurs a la bellesa si no és per fer-ne un temple o bé un refugi. Colpidora, la solitud desvetlla estranys fantasmes i t'acara amb la imatge que volies oblidar. Més enllà d'aquest desfici no hi ha res; més ençà, la mort que vetlla la immutable desfeta de les hores.

What will life be like without her? I am dreadfully sad she is leaving. What if she just disappears; gets tired of all this trouble at home? What if she leaves me too? How heavy is a dresser when you're the only one pushing it against the door? I feel truly on my own.

If he [Arthur, number thirteen] had to die, he decided he would die singing. And doing what he knew now was his destiny: to sing to the lonely comfort the frightened, and awaken the love in sleeping hearts

Christmas lights may be the loneliest thing for me, especially if you mix them up with reindeers and sleighs. I feel alone. I feel isolated. I feel I do not belong.

You always feel like you are the only one in the world, like everyone else is crazy for each other, but it's not true. Generally, people don't like each other very much. And that goes for friends, too.

we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which mean were are not alone in this world.

He's stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.

I was actually writhing in heartache, as if I were a single muscle whose purpose was to mourn.

I could see it so clearly, the zygote- shiny and bulbous, filled with the electric memory of being two but now damned with the eternal loneliness of being just one. The sorrow that never goes away.

I could see it so clearly, the zygote-shiney and bulbous, filled with the electric memory of being two but now dammed with the eternal loneliness of being just one.

Romance. My utter lack of friends who shared my interests. Romance. The Soul. Romance. Life on other planets. Romance.

As fi vrut sa pastrez doar creierul primitiv, sa ma topesc de dragoste si sa ma invinetesc de ura, sa salivez, sa gafai, sa tusesc, sa stranut, sa sughit, sa-mi bata inima si sa-mi filtrez sangele prin rinichi si sa-mi omor microbii in limfa, totul impreuna cu toti, cu grupul, cu gasca sau cu familia sau cu neamul sau cu specia sau cu lumea vie sau cu Dumnezeirea, doar sa nu mai traiesc schizofrenia gandirii, acest mizerabil pseudonim pentru singuratate.