Quotes About Aloneness

Bellacoglienza era rimasta sola, e si stringeva nel suo lettino. Era felice di essere sola. Dante Alighieri, quante parole gli aveva sentito mormorare, quante sciocchezze sussurrano gli uomini in quel momento. Era un poeta importante, le aveva detto qualcuno. Chissà.

Lonely he had lived, so far as his kind was concerned, and lonely he would continue to live.

I know a sentence that is still more terrifying, more terribly ambiguous than "I am alone," and it is, isolated from any other determining context, the sentence that would say to the other: "I am alone with you." Meditate on the abyss of such a sentence: I am alone with you, with you I am alone, alone in all the world.

I am too various to be trusted. If this were not so I would not be alone in this house tonight.

Loneliness is your only companion.

The greatest solitude

I don't do stairs. And I don't do groups.

Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.

The paradox of real love is that our capacity to sustain intimacy rests on our capacity to tolerate aloneness inside the relationship.

She was living in another dimension. It was lonely there. She

And, as a confessing introvert, I absolutely love shopping without people around.

If you have been expending lots of energy mingling, counseling, or socializing, you need some down time to recover. Put it on your calendar so you can be intentional about it. And for an hour or so, go to a place by yourself. Read, relax, or do nothing. No one is there to talk to you for those minutes. Enjoy your blessed aloneness for a brief season.

I need my time to be lonely.

In the months after the relationship ends, a person can seem to grow at a lightning rate, like in a nature documentary where weeks of footage is run at high speed to show a plant unfurling in seconds, but in reality the person has been growing all along, under the surface, and it is only in their new freedom, in their hair-raising aloneness, that the person can allow for these underground things to break through and unfurl themselves in the light.

Somewhere in the far north of Canada there wuld be snow, falling soundlessly overy the Beaufort Sea, falling over the Artic without a soul to see it. What kind of weather was that, Samson wondered, and how was one to use this information except as proof that the world was too much to bear?

Having as little to do with human beings as possible - in some weird way, I'm at peace.

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

She could slip into the storeroom from there for the belated alone.

Why are you alone? I mean, we are all alone. Aloneness is... that´s life. It´s the quality of our aloneness that matters.

Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly.

Would it be so bad? To be the last two people in the world? His hand slips around, wraps around Miss Sneezy's limp fingers, and Mr. Whittier says, Why can't the world end the same way it started?

Sometimes, you feel yourself weightless, thinned. You draw back the curtains (if there are any) on a rectangle of wasteland at dawn, and realise that you are cast adrift from everything that gave you identity. Thousands of miles from anyone who knows you, you have the illusion that your past is lighter, scarcely yours at all. Even your ties of love have been attenuated (the emergency satellite phone is in my rucksack and nobody calls). Dangerously, you may come to feel invulnerable.

She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.

She has no body as others have. People have no meaning to her. She has no answer for them. Her mind steps into emptiness, alone.