Quotes About Loneliness

There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.

The American appetite for loneliness impressed me, and there was something about this solitude that freed conversation. One night at a bar, I met a man, and within five minutes he explained that he had just been released from prison. Another drinker told me that his wife had passed away, and he had recently suffered a heart attack, and now he hoped that he would die within the year. I learned that there's no reliable small talk in America; at any moment a conversation can become personal.

If the garden story comes after the seventh day when "everything is good," how does one account for an evil talking snake, the need for a wall around the garden, two ignorant naked people that don't know Good from evil, and this statement from God, "it's not good that the man [the adam] is alone"? How can "it" be "not good," if God has already declared everything good and finished?

apart from the grey smudge of a tanker or freighter on the horizon, the sea was empty.

of isolation.

The Levite replied, “We are traveling from Bethlehem in Judah to the remote hill country of Ephraim, where I am from. I went to Bethlehem in Judah, and now I am going to the house of the LORD; but no one has taken me into his home,

both Mahlon and Chilion also died, and Naomi was left without her two sons and without her husband.

“I have been very zealous for the LORD, the God of Hosts,” he replied, “but the Israelites have forsaken Your covenant, torn down Your altars, and killed Your prophets with the sword. I am the only one left, and they are seeking my life as well.”

“I have been very zealous for the LORD, the God of Hosts,” he replied, “but the Israelites have forsaken Your covenant, torn down Your altars, and killed Your prophets with the sword. I am the only one left, and they are seeking my life as well.”

I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?

My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God.

He has removed my brothers from me; my acquaintances have abandoned me.

My kinsmen have failed me, and my friends have forgotten me.

All my best friends despise me, and those I love have turned against me.

They abhor me and keep far from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.

I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches.

They cried for help, but there was no one to save them—to the LORD, but He did not answer.

Turn to me and be gracious, for I am lonely and afflicted.

Among all my enemies I am a disgrace, and among my neighbors even more. I am dreaded by my friends—they flee when they see me on the street.

My beloved and friends shun my disease, and my kinsmen stand at a distance.

My enemies say with malice: “When will he die and be forgotten?”

God settles the lonely in families; He leads the prisoners out to prosperity, but the rebellious dwell in a sun-scorched land.

I have become a stranger to my brothers and a foreigner to my motherís sons,