Quotes About Loneliness

That road, as it turned out, would be even lonelier than she had reason to fear.

The little girl's gentle touch struck an inner chord in his lonely old heart.

A stunning 31% more 8th and 10th graders felt lonely in 2015 than in 2011, along with 22% more 12th graders

All in all, iGen'ers are increasingly disconnected from human relationships—

Gracias a él hice conocimiento con el Bonhomme Pluie, o paraguas errante, un enorme paraverse de algodón verde, que se paseaba completamente solo, sin que nadie lo sostuviese, por los terrenos áridos de Putney Commons. —Si por distracción o audacia se refugiase alguien debajo de él, desaparecería para siempre—afirmaba Peaffy.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world...

I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn't really care.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad...

She wanted them to go together to some hopelessly disreputable bar and to console one another in the most maudlin fashion over a lengthy succession of powerful drinks of whiskey, to compare their illnesses, to marry their invalid souls for these few hours of painful communion, and to babble with rapture that they were at last, for a little while, they were no longer alone.

On the way back something very strange happened. I didn't realize I was going to say it, but I said out loud, "I wish I was dead"... the love and the beauty and the ecstasy of the whole experience I'd just gone through were really so alien. I didn't even know the man... it had been a one-night jag... he was married and had children... and I just felt lost. It hardly seemed worth living any more because once again I was alone.

Why did people get married seeking a way out of loneliness? There was nothing more lonelier than two married people in a room together. - p.126

I have discovered that writing is rather like talking: it is very difficult to start, but once you have actually got going it can also be very difficult to stop. The reason I don't want to stop is that I am scared of being on my own. At least when I'm writing this journal it's like conversing with someone.

I almost wish that anyone were here, so I could just talk about anything. I know Harry used to accuse me of being anti-social (because of my not liking parties and shutting myself away painting), but it is a very dreadful and isolating experience not to have exchanged one single word with another human being for as long as I have.

To be lonely is to feel unwanted and unloved, and therefor unloveable. Loneliness is a taste of death. No wonder some people who are desperately lonely lose themselves in mental illness or violence to forget the inner pain.

We have to realize that this wound [of loneliness] is inherent in the human condition and that what we have to do is walk with it instead of fleeing from it. We cannot accept it until we discover that we are loved by God just as we are, and that the Holy Spirit in a mysterious way is living at the centre of the wound.

It was loneliness and insecurity that had brought Claudia to the chaos of madness. It was community, love, and friendship that finally brought her inner peace. This movement from chaos to inner peace, from self—hate to self—trust, began when Claudia realized that she was loved.

Half of the time I don't know what they're talking about; their jokes seem to relate to a past that everyone but me has shared. I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language.

Please be thinking about me. I'm quite lonely and I want to be thought about

At times such as these, evenings in the forest, loneliness seized her like a black dog. She kept telling herself it was pure weakness, that she had to be strong to stay alive in this world. Her orphanhood hung about her like a cloak. You shall not feel sorry for yourself, she commanded, and then disobeyed... beneath the surface veneer of stubborn independence, she needed desperately to belong to somebody.

j'étais seul au milieu de cette multitude, pris au piège comme une araignée qui se serait enfermée dans sa propre toile.

Are you there, Jean-Do?' she asks anxiously over the air. And I have to admit that at times I do not know any more.

The wolves howl bluer than Billie Holliday, but they don't spoil my song.

She thought she would feel more at ease once she was outside, but the footsteps pursued her along the street.

The absolute absence of him feels like unmitigated terror.