Quotes About Loneliness

What did you do in your songs? I don't know, I'll never know, you say. Someone else will write them about me, won't they? I looked into a void of love. And I fell down. There was nothing else there. No where, where I was no one. But I have to sing this song. I'm still here.

but you are incomplete unattached to me . . .

You talk to me in your sleep, the only time you talk to me.

Now I feel I was inserted into life exactly not to do that. For I have been robbed of everything that made me social

I don't know how to be . . . an- ything but empty.

I don't reside on your planet. I have never lived.

No one is kind to me; no one asks me what's wrong.

Who wants to see us anyway?

being discriminated against as a tragic stranger.

I don't want to be in love. I'm tired of another's thoughts. I'm not, I can't stand my own.

I want to say something subtle, but I can't. It's that, now that no one loves me, I don't mind.

She could die now; no one would see it, her.

There is no other in my dreams, no beloved, there's no love . . .

so by degrees I became invisible in that spotted sick-room light and nobody found me there.

the makeshift character that springs from speaking and looking on and letting everything pass and then the loneliness of being left here endless lost to my lethargy like a dripping tap

somebody lost out late again

it makes me shiver like a dead soldier returning his empty clothes to his bride but she's married someone else

Everything looked the same every morning: all in order and just the same. It was in the nights that the difference held sway and there was no comfort for lost and lonely things.

The gift of loneliness is sometimes a radical vision of society or one's people that has not previously been taken into account.

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere, & it's gonna take so long for me to get to somewhere, Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted, but I can't explain cuz I'm so guarded. But that's a lonely road to travel, and a heavy load to bear. And it's a long, long way to heaven but I gotta get there Can you send an angel? Can you send me an angel...to guide me.

The world can be a challenging place for us women to navigate. We often find ourselves feeling burned out, incapable, and lonely and yet we're still so resilient.

I'd die if I was Madonna. I'd die. God, what a horrible way to live. And Michael Jackson! To be so famous and to feel so isolated. I feel so bad for them. I don't know how it feels, and I hope it never happens to me.

Elednor,' he said, 'Elednor, why have you betrayed me? Come back to me. Come back to were you belong. I alone need you...

Lucia began to write with the new pen on a green suitcase afternoons after tea hour during the loneliest hours in an institution of the type of Barnaderg Bay, between tea and bed—the dark and gloomy, often wet hours of the day for half the year, and the poignantly light and melancholy, also often wet hours of the day during the second half of the year.