Quotes About Aloneness

There is nothing more alone than being in a car at night in the rain.

Ein Schriftsteller oder überhaupt jemand, der mit dem Alleinsein fertig geworden wäre, würde mich nicht mehr interessieren

God, how dark it is here, and totally silent. Nothing but me lives in this vacuum.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

I reached Odell convinced that if I never spoke to another human being for the rest of my life, it would be too soon.

You must learn one thing: the world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.

Being alone can be good. It's easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.

People don't talk to me on airplanes.

aloneness is a bad fiddle I play against my own / burning

It was terrifying to realize life goes on without you.

As she stood there, she looked to the north where there seemed to be another road, but not really a road, more like a snowplow had suddenly gone rogue and wandered off to die alone and away from the herd.

Some people were just meant to be alone.

It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them.

One can be alone without being lonely. And lonely without being alone. (Rosemary)

In solitude, where we are least alone.

There is nothing more alone in the universe than man. He is alone because he has the intellectual capacity to know that he is separated by a vast gulf of social memory and experiment from the lives of his animal associates.

I had not expected the gentle, tentative surge of gratitude I began to feel...for St. Paul's School, the spring, and the early morning. I needed the morning light and the warbling birds. I needed to find a way to live in this place for a moment and get the good of it. I had tried to hold myself apart, and the aloneness proved more terrible than what I had tried to escape.

More than anything, I wanted to crawl into a hole and pull it in after me. I wanted to be not.

Seuls ceux qui survivent à une mort se retrouvent véritablement seuls. Les liens qui constituaient leur existence - les plus profonds comme les plus insignifiants en apparence - ont tous disparu.

This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

To be free is often to be lonely.

Suffering does not only insulate. It drops its victim in an ocean desert where he sees men as distant ships passing. I not only feel alone, but very far away from you all.