Quotes About Loneliness

Loneliness is a cocoon of revealing your essence, searching for yourself. Having found himself, a person will never be alone.

Loneliness is a narcissistic sociopathy of infantility in which you feel a complete mental disconnection from the genitals, a complete sense of humility that deprives you of any kind of fear.

Loneliness is a utopia of serenity, a deep connection with eternity and infinity and reality. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Loneliness is an endless journey where every stop is like a life lesson. Without a final stop in the circle of the cycle of life.

Loneliness is the inner self-improvement of the soul. For the most part, you feel the soul. And you feel the world at a particularly subtle level of consciousness.

The decrease in hormones increases the feeling of loneliness and you feel life much more clearly.

The great matrix of loneliness, where money rules, there will always be formal loneliness, robotic consciousness.

The worst thing in being alone is that you acutely feel reality completely immersed in it, it is soaked through with depression from the fact that you feel infinity, you feel like a dead ghost. More terrible loneliness in reality can only be loneliness in a dream and you wake up at night and you realize that you are alone. Night is the peak of loneliness.

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break stone and ice. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness.

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break the stone of stupidity and the ice of indifference. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of the aphorisms of a drunken master, leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness, piercing the infinity of time.

You will always be alone without a mask.

People rarely believe in ghosts until they are left home alone or when they are feeling lonely within.

The world will be such a lonely place whenever I decide to leave it.

Those who hate to be socially involved, they are in love with their loneliness and those who feel alone in their company are the true lovers of social acceptance. Either way, life must be balanced between love and hate.

but by then I'd spent several small lifetimes stuck in places with nothing better to do than try to parse a printed page as Lillian waited beside her web.

Loneliness is an aspect of the land. All things in the plain are isolate; there is no confusion of objects in the eye, but one hill or one tree or one man. To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion. Your imagination comes to life, and this, you think, is where Creation was begun.

Loneliness is an aspect of the land. All things in the plain are isolated; there is no confusion of objects in the eye, but one hill or one tree or one man. To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion. Your imagination comes to life, and this, you think, is where Creation was begun.

Love was the result of having caught a glimpse of another's loneliness.

There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.

I don't need a mate," she muttered, staring up at the bright circle of the early autumn moon. "But can't you send me a nice, sexy, strong male to dance with? Pretty please?

As beautiful and dangerous and lonely as you

Being isolated and alone and hurt day after day changes a person, Aden. It turns a child into . . . into a thing that isn't quite human and not quite animal. Like any trapped creature, that child will gnaw off its own limb to escape—but if that child is a Gradient 9.8 combat-grade telepath named Zaira Neve, it'll first ask if it can gnaw off its attackers' limbs instead.

That didn't mean she didn't still fear loneliness. She always would, the scar too old and too deeply set into her psyche—but she was no longer held hostage to her need.

Conociéndonos —repitió Max, como si estuviera sopesando sus palabras—.¿Y vas a dejarme entrar, Sophie? —Sí. —Algo muy dentro de ella se removió, algo a un mismo tiempo oscuro... y solitario. Infinita y absolutamente solitario—. Quédate conmigo, Max.