Quotes About Loneliness

I might just crawl under my bed and not come out until I'm old and doddering and can't remember feeling anything for anyone at all.

a lot of the time we don't tell anyone because we can't.

There was a feeling, as you sat and ate your nice sandwich or had your tea, that you were on the slowly tipping edge of nothingness and might fall forward at any moment, and that if you did, it was possible that nothing would know you'd ever been there at all. Jim

All I knew of men beyond farm life and work were the warm, confusing thoughts I sometimes had late at night now, about being touched or taken, thoughts that could make my cheeks hot even when I was alone in my hut.

I wasn't nearly so clever. More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

In the center if the road, I saw a heavy black sewing machine on its side, as if it had crawled out onto the street to die.

In the center of the road, I saw a heavy black sewing machine on its side, as if it had crawled out onto the street to die.

When we'd settled out of earshot, she said, "Sorry if Blix and I scared you away last night. It's not often we're alone. Being married to other people will do that.

When I pulled up in D's wagon, I nearly always got a chaste kiss on the cheek. We'd have a drink on the veranda and discuss what had happened on the farm while I was away, the servants milling around us, always happy to see me home. But as soon as night fell and we were alone, the mood turned chilly fast. Jock never tried to touch me sexually—that

If you're going to be mad at someone, be mad at your mom. She left you alone. That wasn't right.

What had I done or not done? Was it that I'd laughed at him—at us? As I lay there feeling stunned and confused, Jock began to snore lightly. How could he sleep at such a moment? It was our wedding night, and I was alone. I

He was afraid of marriage and he was afraid of being alone, too.

I didn't feel old enough to be anyone's wife, or that I knew enough or had lived enough, or understood the essential things. I didn't know how to say any of this to Jock, either. That I was afraid of the promises we'd made. That late at night as I lay beside him in bed I felt lonely and numb, as if some part of me had died.

I didn't answer him and didn't open my eyes, and there was a moment of perfect vertigo, when I heard the whooshing of the surf again and felt I was part of it, swirling with it and also standing still, swept up an sewn into the sea and into the universe, but also very, very alone.

I hoped that poor soul in the rowboat had found his way to shore. But not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved.

Write, and do it now instead of capitalizing on your nice figure and your pretty hair. Stop being so charming." The sting of his words made me dizzy. My ears rang. "If I am charming it's your fault and Mother's." "You're just afraid to be lonely.

We were surrounded by people on the platform, but we were entirely alone.

Horton could tell instantly there was no one in the house, dead or alive. Death left a place much colder than this, you could smell it, taste it, and sense it. It crept up your flesh, quickened your breath, and sent your pulse racing to cope with the first shock of meeting it. But this house was empty, just a shell.

Only one bear eats from this honey pot, Tatia

I don't want to die," whispered Marina. "and not feel just once what you feel." She struggled for her breath. "Just once in my life, Tania!" "Tanechka..." she whispered. What does it feel like?" Tatiana continued to gently caress Marina's forehead. "It feels," she whispered, "as if you're not alone.

But first my feet will freeze and then my legs and then my insides, they will all turn to ice. And my blood, too, and my heart, and I will forget.

Alexander looked into the barrel of one of the guns. He blinked. O God, please look after Tania all alone in the world.

Wir gehen allein durch diese Welt, doch wen wir großes Glück haben, dürfen wir einen Augeblick lenag jemandem gehören, jemandem der uns durch die Einsamkeit trägt, die ein Legen lang andauert! Und für eine Minute habe ich ihn noch einmal berührt, in der Abenddämerung, und mir sind rote Flügel gewachsen, ich war wieder jung im Sommergarten. Ich hatte wieder Hoffnung und das ewige Leben.

She's silent a lot these days, thought Tully. Not just quiet, for Tally spent many quiet years in Jennifer's company, but silent. Like a voice stopped talking inside Jennifer's head and she was just sitting around waiting for her body to go silent as well. Like a TV with the sound permanently off.