Quotes About Aloneness

I felt alone out there, like I was on a desert island. I felt like Gilligan.

I don't have many friends; I'm very much a loner. As a child I was very isolated, and I've never been really close to anyone.

I've lived a very isolated life.

Life is a dinner party without a host. And, frequently, without a dinner party either.

No one to love, none to caress, Left all alone in this world's wilderness.

When I drive 'home' and leave you, it makes me feel like I'm driving to nowhere - to nothing - to a place that doesn't make me feel.

No one else could ever be admitted here, since this gate was made only for you. I am now going to shut it.

Maybe to exist as a thing separate from other things is itself pain.

Better for everyone to not have to deal with me

Somewhere far beyond this world, I feel nothing anymore

High lonesome

That is about as close as one can get to the greatest loneliness of all, he thought. Being all alone in the world. The final human being, forgotten about.

What is left to Lust when its cravings at last subside, as subside in the end they will? It is alone. It has died. It has made no bonds and is in the desert that it has made, with no longer even a craving.

I don't have no friends. I don't want no friends. That's how I feel.

Life does not mechanically alternate between aloneness and participation, rather it embraces them both in an undivided unity.

Never have I been so much alone I tried to think of my knowledge, but it was a squirrel's heap of winter nuts. There was no strength in my knowledge any more and I felt small and naked as a new-hatched bird alone upon the great river, the servant of the gods.

Once you freeze all the way through to your soul, you will never feel warm again.

I...think it much more supportable to be always alone, than never to be so.

Soledad: dulce ausencia de miradas

People Die...Beauty Fades...Love Changes...And You Will Always Be Alone

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....

will eventually find myself an isolated misanthrope

Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone

Susan stared at him. The blue glow in Death's eyes gradually faded, and as the light died it sucked at her gaze so that it was dragged into the eye sockets and into the darkness beyond… …which went on and on, for ever. There was no word for it. Even eternity was a human idea. Giving it a name gave it a length; admittedly, a very long one. But this darkness was what was left when eternity had given up. It was where Death lived. Alone.