Quotes About Loneliness

You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here.

An emigration is possibly the loneliest experience a man can suffer. In a way it is not a country he has lost but a home, or even just a part of a home, a room perhaps, or something in that room that he has had to leave behind, and which haunts him. I remember a window-seat I used to sit in as a youth, reading Pushkin and teaching myself to smoke scented cigarettes. That window is one I am always knocking at, asking to be let in.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

And I'm afraid that I'll be taken, abandoned, forsaken In her cold coffee eyes

You can be with somebody and still feel alone.

I started to built a wall around myself. My way of dealing with other kids became to preemptively push them away. I started to act like a smart-ass or a clown, putting myself in a position where nobody wanted to be around me. I wished I weren't alone all the time, but at the same time, I did things to keep people away from me. The conflict inside could be excruciating. I was helpless.

The holy grail of the life of someone with BPD is to find that caring, compassionate person who will magically fill their empty insides, take care of them and their needs, and never leave them feeling alone again.

When we're lonely, most of us can soothe ourselves by remembering the love that others have for us. This can be very comforting, even if these people are far away—sometimes even if they're no longer living. This ability to hold others close, even in their physical absence, is called object constancy.

For the person with BPD, feeling separated from someone else can be frightening. It makes them feel rejected, abandoned, and alone. So, consciously or unconsciously, they may discourage independence or independent thinking in people close to them.

Loneliness can be conquered only by those who can bear solitude.

Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.

To overcome our sense of loneliness is a life long pursuit. Let us not despair in its pursuit!

Our language has wisely sensed these two sides of man's 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.

Our language has wisely sensed these two sides of man's 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. Although, in daily life, we do not always distinguish these words, we should do so consistently and thus deepen our understanding of our human predicament.

Language 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.

Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.

There is weeping in my heartLike the rain falling on the city.

II pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. NÆ¡i tim Ä'ây n?c n?, nhÆ° thành ph? mÆ°a rÆ¡i...

Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville.

It is odd how, when you have announced that you are leaving, it is as if you are already gone, even if your physical departure still lies months away. People begin to erase you from their minds, and you walk the halls with a feeling of growing transparency.

One manor house remained unoccupied and unsold. It sat on a small rise, a menacing, ugly house, a barrow, deposited and deserted by some 1920's millionaire and left there to testify to the power of money to create a permanent and quarrelsome unloveliness.

I saw him on the cover of Life magazine and heard about the wars he covered bravely and the other feats - the world-class fishing, the big-game hunting in Africa, the drinking enough to embalm a man twice his size.The myth he was creating out of his own life was big enough to take it for a time - but under this, I knew he was still lonely.

Sorry was maybe the loneliest feeling of all, I understood, because it only brought you back to yourself.

I don't know how to describe it, but after the blush of my own company wore off, I became so aware of Earnest's absence it was as if the lack of him had moved into the apartment with me.