Quotes About Loneliness

I don't remember starting out that morning, but I do remember trying to sleep and feeling quite alone except for a dull, bittersweet ache.

She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

Sentirse solo era terrible.

She didn't fall, but oh, her heart went icy in her chest. She sat down hard upon the steps. Too numb to walk. Her heart was cold and white as chalk.

He held up his own. "To Dyanae," he said. "Most lovely." "To Denna, full of delight." "Young and unbending." "Bright and fair." "Ever sought, ever alone." "So wise and so foolish," I said. "So merry and so sad." "Gods of my fathers," Deoch said reverently. "Keep her always so: unchanging, past my understanding, and safe from harm." We both drank and set down our glasses.

Tienes una piedra en el corazón, y hay días en que pesa tanto que no se puede hacer nada. Pero no deberías pasarlo solo. Deberías haberme avisado. Yo lo entiendo.

The old man was going nowhere to nowhere. He had no hat for his head no pack for his back. He had not a penny or a purse to put it in. He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

How terrible to be surrounded by the stark sharp hollowness of things that simply were enough.

I have been alone for most of my life. But rarely have I felt it so much as at that moment. I knew one person within four hundred miles, and he'd been ordered to keep away from me. I was unfamiliar with the culture, barely competent with the language, and the burning all across my back and face was a constant reminder of how much I was unwelcome. The food was good though.

I do not have much in me that might encourage a woman to make long habit of my company.

widow, fairly wealthy, fairly young,

I HAD BEEN IN Tarbean for years at this point. Three birthdays had slipped by unnoticed and I was just past fifteen.

Dio un pisotón. Deseó que aquella cosa glotona tuviera diarrea durante una semana. Deseó que se cagara de arriba abajo y de abajo arriba, y que luego se cayera por una grieta y perdiera su nombre y se muriese sola y vacía y hueca en la oscuridad furiosa.

A thin layer of dust covered everything, and I doubted anyone had been in the room for decades. I have a vast weakness for secret things.

The old man was going from nowhere to nowhere. He had no hat for his head and no pack for his back. He had not a penny or a purse to put it in. He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

met him like a lover in an empty bed. The

He was a master in the art of spreading boredom and playing the clumsy fool-though never so egregiously that people might enjoy making fun of him or use him as the butt of some crude practical joke inside the guild. He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

For Grenouille, this simplicity seemed a deliverance.

Kaip patyr?s laivo katastrof? ir savai?i? savait?m pl?duriav?s vendeny nelaim?lis ektaziškai sveikina pirm? žmoni? gyvenam? sal?, taip Grenujis švent? savo atvykim? ant vienatv?s kalno.

Se fue volviendo cada vez más introvertido. Le gustaba vagar solo y sin rumbo...

There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else.

He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.

And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.