Quotes About Aloneness

What can you do with the truth that everyone's a little sad and a little alone.

E ninguém é eu. E ninguém é você. Esta é a solidão.

It's only when you've lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase "It's a small world". It isn't. It's a vast, devouring world, especially if you're alone.

When everything has left you, you are alone. When you have left everything, you are lonely.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.

Pureté et solitude sont un seul et même malheur.

Everyday brought me further away from other people, I had been placed out of the world's sight, as if in a cupboard, and I hoped it would stay that way. I developed a yearning for being alone, unkempt, untended.

Nothing had anything to do with me. I was locked up inside myself and evicted from myself. I didn't belong to them and I was missing me.

I've borne my isolation with me through the crowd as the snail bears its house. For some people isolation isn't a circumstance in which they find themselves, it's an innate characteristic.

I've always been somewhat isolated. I've borne my isolation with me through the crowd as the snail bears its house. For some people isolation isn't a circumstance in which they find themselves, it's an innate characteristic. And through this act my isolation is likely to increase; no matter how it ends, whether badly or well, for me the "punishment" will be solitary confinement for life.

Hell is oneself, Hell is alone. —T. S. ELIOT

We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away--our stories. I guess that's what I love about books--they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.

We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away--our stories. I guess that's what I love about books--they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.

My aloneness had never bothered me; I hadn't even been aware of it. But now it overwhelmed me. The awareness washed over me with painful sharpness and deep grief. Now that I had company.

But when it is just me. Alone. With myself—there is no sunshine.

Thus we have neither behind us, nor before us in a luminous realm of values, any means of justification or excuse. We are left alone, without excuse.

Le teníamos un miedo horrible porque sabíamos que estaba solo.

A természet sem tudott megvigasztalni. A külvilág véget ért. Bárhová is mentem volna, mindenütt csak magammal találkozom.

Nothing matters except what it takes to survive. You remember this, Madeline: You're born alone and you die alone. In between, you make deals.

My house will only be a shell for my body. I don't want anyone to breathe my air with me, to disturb my dust.

So distracting, so complete is she that she is gone before many realize that she had no escort, she was alone, a parade of one.

It's a frightening world to be alone in.

I'm stuck somewhere a small island in the middle of the Atlantic where I'm alone. Because in France, they're like, 'No, you're not like us, you're not a French guy.' And in America, they're like, 'You're not like us.' I'm really alone in my little thing.

My window fogs and this makes me feel like there is no world outside of the car.