Quotes About Loneliness

It's frightening that there's no guarantee that I'll be loved.

I wanted people to notice me...but at the same time, I wanted to be left alone.

My heart was breaking on my way home that day. I was crying ugly tears because I could feel it yet again...the feeling of something fading away. Fading away into 'memories.' And even if I don't forget the loneliness and sorrow that tore me apart...the memories themselves are fading, too. No matter how much I try to hold on...no matter how many times I swear it to myself...time moves on, and they begin to fade. It's cruel.

If people can't stand being alone, they have no choice but to die

Maybe what I want is to cut all ties with everybody. The thread or something that keeps me connected to the world, the worthless proof that I exist.

When we feel so alone, we cannot presume to teach him who, at the apogee of his agony, trod "the winepress alone" anything about feeling forsaken.

Success built simply on talent, in the absence of the necessary substance of true, hard-won character, will always be short-lived and does not lead to personal fulfillment. Life will pimp your talent and suck it out of you, if you let it, leaving you with deep loneliness and regrets. Perhaps

I am," I said To no one there An no one heard at all Not even the chair "I am," I cried "I am," said I And I am lost, and I can't even say why Leavin' me lonely still

WAITRESS 1 Actually, the last thing I want is to be alone, but . . . the other last thing is to be with someone.

Vann had a practiced eye for loneliness. He walked over to her and said that she was pretty and complimented her on her clothes.

Without Pegi, I'm an island without an ocean

It wasn't always easy learning to be me . . . Being me, I guess, to be myself alone It was lonely, sometimes, sometimes it was blue

It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it didn't matter, if no one knew.

It's the place built out of Man's ceaseless failure to overcome himself. Out of Man's endless war against himself we build our successes as well as our failures. Making it the city of all cities most like Man himself— loneliest creation of all this very old poor earth.

He was falling between glacial walls, he didn't know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls...

Sometimes, I feel like one who is on the sidelines, who has missed life itself.

Anna took her solace where she always did. The smell of the earth, the touch of the sky held for her a special alchemy, able to turn loneliness into aloneness, and so make it, if not sacred, at least bearable.

Only humans, cursed with the knowledge of their own mortality and that of those whom they loved, were truly alone; each trapped in an ivory tower of skull and bone peeking out through the windows of the soul.     THE

For her the room turned cold, the colorful people surreal, as if normalcy was a gift others shared without her.

The place was a mausoleum. Anna was reminded of Great Expectations, of the old woman in her decaying wedding dress presiding over a feast long go eaten by mice and worms.

From long experience she knew that she wore her loneliness like armor. Very few people ever recognized it for what it was. To the casual observer it looked very much like arrogance. Sometimes it was.

Window panes that rattled under the lash of the wind for two months on end, rain that leaked beneath the doors, her husband out and drinking, electricity cut off and the radio shut down, the boredom, the quiet and incredible loneliness - Margaret Looney would remember when she first discovered love and wonder at how immense it must have been to be lasting so long.

In a way it's like too serene or whatever - too empty. I feel that familiar feeling of being a dark smudge on this otherwise pristine white canvas. There's just no way to blend in out here.

Nobody tells you, when you're young, what it will be like." "What is it like?" "You become like a ghost in your own life.