Quotes About Loneliness

It's horrible being laughed at,' he said. 'People say you should be a good sport and get used to it, but the laughter never seems friendly and one never gets used to it. Or I don't.

I loved having these guys with me and making love to them. Their warm bodies were under my complete control, but after killing them, I felt empty, and the task of disposing their bodies was no easy job. When it was done, I felt empty and alone.

Although I'm afraid I don't get too many clients these days!

thinking must invariably and without exception generate and sustain fear, despair, malice, loneliness, frustration, countless shades of unhappiness?

Isolated people, those who live alone, are always conscious of their condition in the homes of families.

Soon enough the tears came but of course nobody came down to see if she was all right, it was just the slut in the kitchen who'd ruined their lives, getting drunk of neat gin and howling for her lost lunatic offer.

il semble que ce qui vous pousse brusquement à la fugue, ce soit un jour de froid et de grisaille qui vous rend encore plus vive la solitude et vous fait sentir encore plus fort qu'un étau se resserre.

La fugue – paraît-il – est un appel au secours et quelquefois une forme de suicide. Vous éprouverez quand même un bref sentiment d'éternité. Vous n'avez pas seulement tranché les liens avec le monde, mais aussi avec le temps.

Siempre paso miedo cuando vuelvo a pie a casa a estas horas... No sé exactamente dónde estoy...» Y era cierto que había que cruzar por una tierra de nadie o más bien por una zona neutra en la que uno estaba aislado de todo.

citise undeva ca prima intalnire intre doua persoane este ca o rana usoara pe care o simte fiecare, trezindu-se din singuratate si din amorteala." Patrick Modiano, Orizontul, Humanitas 2015

She was a pretty girl with an arid heart. Her fiancé had given her a chow-chow, but she didn't take care of it and left it with various people, as she would later do with me. The chow-chow killed itself by leaping from a window. The dog appears in two or three photos, and I have to admit that he touches me deeply and that I feel a great kinship with him.

How long did they stay there in that room, on the narrow bed? She had a scar on her shoulder, in the shape of a star, that Louis couldn't help but run his lips over. A souvenir of a fall from a horse. It got dark. They could hear the clattering of hooves, a whinny, and the high-pitched voice of the marquis giving orders at more and more distant intervals, like a motif on a flute, clear and desolate, returning again and again.

Mas parece que o que nos impulsiona de uma hora para outra a uma fuga é um dia frio e cinzento, que aumenta nossa solidão, que nos faz sentir com mais força que algo vai explodir.

Patrick Modiano

He was haunted by what he called "fixed points." In this uninterrupted stream of women, men, children, and dogs that pass by and end up lost from sight among the streets, it would be nice to hold on to a face once in a while.

Mais il semble que ce qui vous pousse brusquement à la fugue, c'est un jour de froid et de grisaille qui vous rend encore plus vive la solitude et vous fait sentir encore plus fort qu'un étau se resserre.

Friedo Lampe. Au bord de la nuit. Ce nom et ce titre m'évoquaient les fenêtres éclairées dont vous ne pouvez pas détacher le regard. Vous vous dites que, derrière elles, quelqu'un que vous avez oublié attend votre retour depuis des années ou bien qu'il n'y a plus personne. Sauf une lampe qui est restée allumée dans l'appartement vide.

A fuga - segundo parece - é um pedido de socorro e, por vezes, uma forma de suicídio.

Encore aujourd'hui, il m'arrive d'entendre, le soir, une voix qui m'appelle par mon prénom, dans la rue. Une voix rauque. Elle traîne un peu sur les syllabes et je la reconnais tout de suite: la voix de Louki.

I once again experienced the feeling of anxiety that often overwhelmed me at night and was even more intense than fear—the sensation of being completely on my own, without anyone I could turn to. Not my mother, not anyone. I would have liked him to stay all night, on guard in front of the building, all night long and every night like a sentinel, or even better, watching over me like a guardian angel.

There was once an invisible man who had grown tired of being unseen. It was not that he was actually invisible. It was that people had become used to not seeing him. And if no one sees you, are you really there at all?"

You were merely wishing for the end of pain, the monster said. Your own pain. An end to how it isolated you. It is the most human wish of all.

Yer the only friend I got, pigpiss... Ain't that the biggest tragedy you ever heard?

Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.