Quotes About Loneliness

BucureÅŸtiul, îndeosebi, are cele mai toxice amurguri, în toate anotimpurile. E greu s? r?mâi singur, s? nu te îndr?gosteÅŸti, s? nu-Å£i cauÅ£i pereche într-un astfel de oraÅŸ, în care soarele se stinge cu atâta melancolie...

Hearts have quite abandoned it

Citizens come and go in desolation.

And when a poet dies, deep in the night a lone black bird wakes up in the thicket and sings for all it's worth — Miroslav Holub, from "Interferon," Poems Before and After (Bloodaxe Books, 2006)

i s njom nije bilo dosadno pijuckati burgundac, razgovarati o tome kako su ljudi glupi, slabi uglavnom, nesretni, slušati jesenji vjetar kako pla?e oko ku?e, plamen kako liže u pe?i, a Jadviga pri?a o ljubavi i o tome kako je ljubav najve?a laž me?u lažima. Jedan jedini put ljubila je u životu, a i to je bilo glupo.

I began to feel that this city is my home. It came nearer to my heart, not so distant. That's how it started, but now it's different. I am enjoying making friends my age in my church-non-Bengali friends who don't know the customs that keep a widow so lonely.

Nunca senti um vazio tão incompreensível dentro de mim, e só então, enquanto meu corpo se erguia do banco, comecei a entender quão absolutamente sozinho eu estava no mundo.

It's only natural to feel lonely after the enjoyable moments pass. But as you experience new joys those feelings of sorrow will start to fade.

It represented a world I didn't know, the opposite of where I was—and I hated where I was. I hated the poverty, the cigarette smoke, the drug use, the embarrassment, the loneliness. And Diana Ross was promising me that there was a world that wasn't stained with sadness and resignation. Somewhere there was a world that was sensual and robotic and hypnotic. And clean.

While they wished to look out for each other, and to keep tabs on each other, staying in touch took a toll on them, serving as an unsettling reminder of a life not lived, and also they grew less worried each for the other, less worried that the other would need them to be happy, and eventually a month went by without any contact, and then a year, and then a lifetime.

Time now seemed to have receded, to be an enormous empty room which she must furnish, like any other aimless woman, with celluloid shadows of other people's happiness, with music that worked one up for nothing.

Aroon is always on the outside looking in, always the unwanted hanger-on, the gooseberry.

Despite all her efforts to not be one of those historical romance heroines, walking into the marble foyer and seeing the slick hardwood floors beyond, the glittering chandeliers and sconces, she felt like one. She felt small and alone. And like maybe her dad lost her in a poker game.

His uselessness ached. The

They were both lost in cities that would not pause even to shrug

How could it be that her husband could be physically so close to her every day, beside her in bed every night, yet so far away, so distant

I never really did Christmas before. Christmas Day? I mean - what's that? What's it all about? I was always flying on Christmas Day.

I am forced to admit that I am, to them, nothing but a series of destinations with no meaningful expanses in between.

I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it, only fear. I kneel and recite my office and the Rosary but the words are empty - dry gourds rattling in the silence. The dark is terrible and I feel so alone. I see no signs but the symbols of contradiction. I try to dispose myself to faith, hope and charity, but my will is a blown reed in the winds of despair.

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me. No hope, no harm; just another false alarm

People tell me there are a lot of guys like me, which doesn't explain why I'm lonely.

Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely.

And remember don't high post when you're far from home, and high posting when you're all alone.

The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.