Quotes About Loneliness

Naasir wasn't dark inside . . . but he was alone. The only one of his kind in the entire world. He had friends, had family, but he had no one who was like him. Mating wouldn't change that, but it would give him a person who belonged to him just as much as he belonged to her. And maybe one day, they'd have a cub and there would be another like him in the world.

Blue stars crackled, spat. "Why they don't speak to me!

restaurants and shops close and it becomes a ghost town"—their words of warning only made the sisters

And maybe you were thinking that you thought you knew me well But no one ever knows the heart of anyone else I feel like Garbo in this Late Night Grande Hotel 'Cos living alone is all I've ever done well

I told Mama and Savannah about Ruben's proposal. That got us to talking about marriage and we laughed and cried some, and missed Papa, and it felt good to belong to each other. I don't feel as lonely today as I have in months. At least I know there are other women around me.

I read more of Treasure Island to him, and it pleased him a great deal. It seems to me that there are so many lonely people in this world, and so little of life is kind and good. In a way, I am thankful for this flood, since without it, I might never have talked to him much, and Mason is a nice fellow.

Most of all, it was the wild music that impressed Matt. It did the same thing that playing the piano had done when he was frightened and lonely. It took him into another world where only beauty existed and where he was sage from hatred and disappointment and death.

After I lost my fiance, it seemed like it would be better to always be alone than to risk being hurt again.

But here's what grieving people wish others would understand: grief is incredibly, relentlessly lonely. It really makes a huge difference to be reminded that we are not forgotten, that our loss is on the radar of people around us.

Yes. That's the way it is. No one's amazed by what you've been up to. For all these years, you've been performing those exhausting acrobatics not to a distant gallery, but to an empty house.

Patients with symptom neuroses feel on the side of the therapist in opposing a problematic part of the self. They rarely require a long period to develop a shared perspective. In contrast, those whose problems are complexly interwoven with their personality may easily feel alone and under attack.

Even if I take him out for three hours every day, and go and chat to him for another hour, that leaves twenty hours for him all alone with nothing to do. Oh, why can't dogs read?

After my last call I hung up the telephone and cried softly. So many knew, but nobody helped.

I was starved for attention, while she insisted I didn't like to be hugged.

Whenever Mr. Peanuts is feeling especially lonely, he goes to the bookstore. That always cheers him up.

I was born in a town that was straight out of a fairy tale. Many people died there, and when I walked away, I held hands with my other self. To me it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. Neither one of us possessed a real name. -Johan Liebert

Anche se finalmente aveva trovato un nome, non era rimasto più nessuno che potesse chiamarlo in quel modo. Eppure Johan era un così bel nome.

You're so unfair, Michiru…To leave into your own world…Don't leave me alone…-Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus

There is a noise that is different to grief. Sadness wails and cries and lets loose a sound to the heavens like a baby calling for its mother. That kind of noisy grief is hopeful. It believes that things can be put right, or that help can come. There is a different kind of sound to that. Babies left alone too long do not even cry. They become very still and quiet. They know no one is coming.

He's crying a little now, from the shock and the shame and the fear and the humiliation and the pain. Tunde recognizes those feelings; he's known them since the first day Enuma touched him. He has written in the scribbled notes for his book: "At first we did not speak our hurt because it was not manly. Now we do not speak it because we are afraid and ashamed and alone without hope, each of us alone. It is hard to know when the first became the second.

At first we did not speak our hurt because it was not manly. Now we do not speak it because we are afraid and ashamed and alone without hope, each of us alone. It is hard to know when the first became the second.

Al principio no expresábamos nuestro dolor porque no era viril. Ahora no hablamos de ello porque nos da miedo, sentimos vergüenza y estamos solos sin esperanza, cada uno de nosotros solo.

Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that, for me, is based on insecurity, self-esteem and loneliness.

The dates arranged necessitated expensive cross-country plane trips, a situation that understandably left most of them languishing in solitary gloom on Saturday nights.