Quotes About Loneliness

She loathed Christmas, and she loathed the run-up to Christmas, the frenzied shoppers, the tat in the shops, the lights that were put up too early in the streets, the Christmas songs that belted out from overheated shops day after day, the catalogues that poured through her door and into her bin, and above all the insistence on the value of family. Frieda did not value her family and they did not value Frieda. A great gulf lay between them, impassable. The

Hospitals are often at the centre of things ('choirs and MPs visit them'), but 'homes are on the margins', so there is often a sense of being 'shut away out of sight; of loneliness'. Old age can push people to the edge of society; dementia often pushes them right out of sight, and then out of mind. They are the missing persons.

Sadly, 12 percent of Americans listed no one with whom they could discuss important matters or spend free time.

Ensamhet sprider sig också mellan grannar, så att tio extra dagar med ensamhetskänslor leder till två extra dagar för personen på andra sidan staketet. Grannar och vänner som bor mer än en och en halv kilometer bort överför däremot inte ensamhetskänslor till varandra.

I think all teenagers feel alone, and that nobody else knows what they are going through and all that sort of stuff.

There are no friends, there is no safety net, all the money is used up. The days creep by like beetles, slow and beyond morality. There is no escape. Shame and nightmares. The horror of other people, having to function among them when you are broken and unfixable. There is no escape.

SABINE THINGS HAVE BECOME SO DIFFICULT. I MUSTN'T WRITE AGAIN. THIS WHOLE AFFAIR HAS GOTTEN TOO INTENSE. TOO REAL, SABINE, YOU DON'T EXIST. I INVENTED YOU. YOU, THE CARDS, THE STAMPS. THE ISLANDS, YOU'RE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION. I WAS LONELY AND I WANTED A FRIEND. BUT I'M ALMOST OUT OF CONTROL. I'VE STARTED TO THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU. BEFORE IT TAKES ME OVER IT HAS TO STOP. GOODBYE. GRIFFIN

The key incident for me was that I never had any friends. And I realized that in order to have friends and impress people, I had to do something extraordinary.

Hild looked at the hot spark and flicker of her carnelians and pretended they were coals. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been warm. Couldn't even remember when she'd eaten something hot.

Whatever she did she would find herself thinking of people who weren't there.

In Atlanta at one o'clock on a Thursday morning I would have had downtown to myself, but Seattle's center flickered with flashes of restless, contradictory life.

How long had it been since the child laughed and played with others her age?

Under the ferocity Fursey heard the howling loneliness. But ferocity was winning.

In this light, her hair was the colr of sandstone. She was sandstone: a spire of rock rising from an otherwise featureless desert. No toeholds.

She walked alone in the rain, half mad with trying not to remember the soft warmth of Onnen's motherly breast and the smell of her clothes, trying not to think of the glint of firelight on Begu's escaping hair because then she'd remember it always, one more meory to torment her.

They both smiled, and Peretur felt a little less lonely, a little less lost.

I think she knows she's made a terrible, irreversible mistake, but she can't stop because if she did, she'd have to acknowledge the mistake and the fact that people really don't care. They just think she's a freak.

Perhaps there was no magic for faling off your own mount and dying alone and unmasked.

I don't want to be here alone. I want you to stay." "People don't stay just because you want them to.

Command isolated her more effectively than a deadly disease.

I cannot get close to any you.

When others, a man begins to blame He'll soon find himself alone, The same.

I understood that if ever one wanted to live with someone you cooked for them and they came running. But then it is my idea of hell these days, living with someone. The idea of sharing your life with someone is just utterly ghastly. I know why people do it, but it's never a good idea.

There were the endless birthday nights and New Year's Eves of just you in your bed and no one else. There was the welling up at weddings, the glittery eye-prick, when all the couples would get up to dance. Sometimes it felt like your heart was crazed with cracks like your grandmother's old saucers. Sometimes the sight of a Saturday afternoon couple laughing in a park would splinter it completely.