Quotes About Loneliness

Aber jede noch so kleine Verbesserung meines Zustandes entfernte mich weiter von George, und in Wahrheit war seine Gesellschaft die einzige, nach der mich verlangte. Ich empfand es als Verrat, dass ich lernte ohne ihn zu leben.

once the mind has known and wrestled with happiness, it has secured as good a shield as may be found against the loneliness of time—

Crystal Lil, her door propped open, sits in front of the television with a pan in her lap, a brown bag at her feet. She

I'd put myself to sleep only there's nobody to do my job.

Allí, en su lugar secreto, sus sentimientos hervían dentro de él como un guisado en la lumbre; algunos eran tristes por su soledad, pero también había rastros de felicidad. Poder ser su único amigo en el mundo como ella lo era para él, le llenaba de satisfacción.

Mandarin ducks mate for life and will die of loneliness if separated from their chosen mate.

The insouciance of youth doesn't stay, but shades into "eccentricity," as people say when they are trying to be kind, until finally you become just another lonely crackpot. But I've always been this way. The strangeness just used to seem more fashionable, probably.

It troubles me that among my few remaining acquaintances there is no one with whom I can share my enthusiasm for these new things.

To be unloved is not easy.

and die, die without anyone ever knowing.

completely alone. He could not imagine being more completely alone as he gazed up at the tree that seemed to vanish into the clouds. He sighed and muttered, "So alone, so alone." And yet, deep inside him

All the people around Hester hate her and despise her and think she's a total freak. The kid's beyond human law and human consideration. How do you feel about yourself when every human being you hear and see and smell every day of your being thinks you're worse than garbage? Your conception of who you are has always, at least partially, depended on how the people around you behaved towards you... You don't know. How can you know anything? How can you know anything? You begin to go crazy.

I used to have a fantasy you loved me. Then I had a fantasy some man could love me. Now I can't find any fantasy inside my head. I can't find anything.

Her childhood had been magical, hours spent in ecstatic loneliness in the apple orchard, dreaming of foreign lands and wild adventures. Everything was new, down to bird song and grass blades. By the time she had reached adulthood, the town around her was like a grandmother who had used up all her stories and now simply rocked on the porch. The same flowers, the same streets, year after year. She longed for someone more exotic. A prince. A pirate.

Those who wake at this hour feel a lonely separation from everyone but night birds and ghost crabs, never imagining the legion of kindred souls scattered in the darkness, who stare at ceilings and pace floors and look out windows and covet and worry and mourn.

I wanted someone above me in the chain of life. I didn't want to be alone, a single blue egg in a crumbling nest.

Each way to suicide is its own: intensely private, unknowable, and terrible. Suicide will have seemed to its perpetrator the last and best of bad possibilities, and any attempt by the living to chart this final terrain of a life can be only a sketch, maddeningly incomplete.

How could I tell him that my loneliness was crushing? How it felt awful to be lonely but not know how to reach out to people and fill the time I always had too much of? It wasn't that I didn't enjoy being alone, because I did, and could spend hours on solitary endeavors like reading or going for long walks without ever wishing for human companionship...sometimes I craved the presence of someone, especially if I could be myself.

It's hard not to jump out instead of waiting to be found. It's hard to be alone so long and then hear someone come around. It's like some form of skin's developed in the air that, rather than have torn, you tear. Hide and Seek

Until recently, I didn't think that humans could choose loneliness. That there were sometimes forces more powerful than the wish to avoid loneliness.

The rest of my life stretches out as an emptiness before me.

Perhaps all humans are lonely. At least potentially.

A couple may claim to be bonded by love, but we boatmen may see instead resentment, anger, even hatred. Or a great barrenness. Sometimes a fear of loneliness and nothing more.

At the same time, what was becoming clear to me was the extent to which humans, in their wish to escape loneliness, made maneuvers that were very complex and hard to fathom, and I saw it was possible that the consequences of Morgan's Falls had at no stage been within my control.