Quotes About Loneliness

It made me start to wonderif there were other people so loney so close. I thought about Eleanor Rigby. It's true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

She was also the most lonely and sad. She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could b divided into its infinite spectrum.

Everything was incredibly far away from me.

Yankel's lipstick autobiography came flaking off his bedroom ceiling, falling gently like blood-stained snow to his bed and floor. You are Yankel. You love Brod. You are a Sloucher. You were once married, but she left you. You don't believe in an afterlife.

I looked for her all day but didn't see her, not in the yard, not through a window, I promised myself I would stay until I found her, but as night began to come in, I knew I had to go home, I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?

In adancul inimii lor, tinerii sunt mai singuri decat batranii. Am citit asta undeva, intr-o carte si mi-a ramas in cap. Poate ca e adevarat. Poate ca nu. Mai curand, tinerii si batranii sunt singuri in feluri diferite, fiecare in felul sau...

Did she feel pity for me, did she want me to suffer? The next morning she led me to the coat closet, which faces the living room, she went in with me, we were in there all day, although she knew he wouldn't come until the afternoon, it was too small, we needed more space between us, we needed Nothing Places, she said "This is what it's felt like, except you weren't here." We looked at each other in silence for hours.

It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone.

She let the dust accumulate on her shoulders.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. . . It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close.

I do not love famous nightclubs. They make me feel very cheerless and abandoned. Am I applying that word correctly? Abandoned?

How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. Or I would have made some jewelry for him. Or told him hilarious jokes. Or given him a private tambourine concert.

He chose illness, because he knew of no other way to be seen. Not even by those looking at him.

La pareja real no puede evitar el sufrimiento. Una se da cuenta y se queda sola "hasta que aparezca" la pareja ideal (que por ser ideal justamente no existe) con lo cual el sufrimiento, lejos de evitarse, reaparece constantemente.

Estoy solo y no hay nadie en el espejo.

Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits.

Tu ausencia me rodea como la cuerda a la garganta, el mar al que se hunde.

In an isolated region from Iran there is this wall tower, windowless, doorless, not very tall. In its only room with arched walls and the stamped earth as its floor, there's a wooden table and a bench. In this round cell a man that looks like me is writing in signs that i don't understand a long poem about a man who in another round cell is writing a poem about a man in another round cell. Endless series; nobody will ever read what prisoners write.

The Moon There is such loneliness in that gold. The moon of the nights is not the moon Who the first Adam saw. The long centuries Of human vigil have filled her With ancient lament. Look at her. She is your mirror.

I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself. I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

La soledad me pesa. La compañía también.

I'm alone and nobody is in the mirror

I must get at you, somehow; I put away those illustrious toys you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows

Since then my loneliness does not pain me, because I know my redeemer lives and he will finally rise above the dust.