Quotes About Loneliness

Your dad used to think I was bipolar, but what I really am is by myself.

We are not built to be happy. Evolution doesn't want us to be in constant bliss any more than it wants us to be pain-free. Pain is information about what's wrong and an inducement to make things better. Sadness and loneliness and shame play similar roles.

Internet: absolute communication, absolute isolation.

Your hair waves once more when I weep. With the blue of your eyes you lay the table of love: a bed between summer and autumn. We drink what somebody brewed, neither I nor you nor a third: we lap up some empty and last thing. We watch ourselves in the deep sea's mirrors and faster pass food to the other: the night is the night, it begins with the morning, beside you it lays me down. ("The Years From You To Me")

The poem is lonely. It is lonely and enroute. — from "The Meridian

I am not sure the language I write in is spoken here, or anywhere.

BEFORE YOUR LATE FACE, a loner wandering between nights that change me too, something came to stand, which was with us once already, un- touched by thoughts.

Judith realised, with horror, that they were heading over to talk to her, and couldn't find, at a quick glance, anyone else she knew well enough to get into a conversation with. There were, just occasionally, drawbacks to being a nasty old bitch.

You never have to feel or act as if you're alone in your suffering, because the One who sits on the throne at the right hand of the Father not only faced all the things that you now face, but he also faced the myriad of temptations that you and every other sufferer faces.

No one rose to his defense. He not only suffered; he suffered alone. Even his Father turned his back on him in his deepest moment of agony.

What was happening was not exactly calculated to make the boy happy, or gregarious. On the contrary. He withdrew still further within himself. He became more shy and self-accusing. He was convinced that he was no good for anything and never would be.

depression haunts the lives of many

if we stimulate the affiliative system it puts them in touch with a loneliness, linked to the kindness they wanted (e.g. as a child) but didn't get.

B?h není n?jaký kriminálník, který podvádí v kartách. Chce, abychom se jeho zákony ?ídili svobodn?, z vlastní v?le. Ani B?h nedokáže nakreslit kulatý ?tverec. B?h je osam?lý - chce, aby si lidé poslušnost sami zvolili, a ne aby k ní byli p?inuceni strachem.

The most significant and destructive characteristic of addictions is that they occur in isolation

Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.

When Benjamin Franklin, the famous inventor and publisher, was serving as the American ambassador to France, he often impressed French intellectual with the wisdom of his remarks. At one dinner, the question was raised, "What human condition deserves the most pity?" Each of the guests responded, but the answer that is still remembered is Benjamin Franklins's: "A lonesome man on a rainy day who does not know how to read.

Esta tarde ví llover, Vi gente correr, y no estabas tu.

Sin alma o corazón.

That's where we are," he said. "One star amongst four hundred billion.

When you are gay and alone and want to be a poet, suicide crosses your mind at twenty-two like an impresario's cape.

I want the two million—or the five million, depending on whose scenario piques your fancy—to have themselves tested and know, so I will have people to talk to. Because after midnight and during weekends I cannot talk to those who play at business as usual.

I live in what's left of the evidence not out there in the rotting garden the firebombed street and Plato's myth of lovers the fates meeting of equal halves is a tale for lonely kids

That's the way Chris lives, warning everyone who gets close of the lightning that may strike. Never touch anything, never make a mark. But Anatole can't live that way. The world's too lonely a place: he has to touch things, he has to put his arms around them.