Quotes About Aloneness

There was a strong sense of being alone, in wintry deadness. Nothing made sense in any direction.

I am not the we of anyone

the vacuum left by the departing visitor seemed to echo along the hallway and into the walls. It was at those times, when her aloneness took on a darker hue, that she almost wished there would be no more guess, for then there would be no chasm of emptiness for her to negotiate when they were gone.

After a certain span of years, a man who has no family of his own becomes if not dangerous, then impervious.

To be utterly alone. What worse punishment could there be…

Sartre felt that Hell is other people, but precisely the opposite is true. Hell is being left alone forever with no other reality than your own consciousness of yourself. It is being locked in a casket of your own internal chaos with no hope of a window, or door leading in light from outside to give you a moment's respite from yourself. Hell is the refusal of the gift of the other.

Our stereotyping societies force us to feel more alone. They stamp masks on us and isolate out real selves. We all live in two worlds: the old comfortable man-centred world of absolutes and the harsh real world of relatives. The latter, the relativity reality, terrifies us; and isolates and dwarfs us all.

But he was absolutely alone. No one ever wrote to him. Visited him. Totally alone. And I believe the happiest man I have ever met.

I'm so far from everything. From normality. From light. From everything I want to be.

a metaphysical sense of being marooned

The rhythm of solitude, once so intimidating, began to feel comfortable. Aloneness, I was learning, does not have to equal loneliness.

I really have had little to do with them, for I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.

It hurts to know you were once mine. it hurts to know ill always be your girl but your no longer my man and there's nothing I can do about it. I miss you but I'm scared to tell you because I'm scared you wont feel the same. I'm scared of being alone because it screams the truth.

Life without you is like; Facebook without friends, Youtube without videos, and Google with no results...

No, she had no belief--none. She was completely alone with herself. The world was empty for her, but she didn't know it.

She walks back, more slowly, the way she came. How odd it feels, to move along the same streets, the route in reverse, like inking over old words, her feet the quill, going back over work, rewriting, erasing. Partings are strange. It seems so simple: one minute ago, four, five, he was here, at her side; now, he is gone. She was with him; she is alone. She feels exposed, chill, peeled like an onion.

He who is alone with his sins is utterly alone. DIETRICH BONHOEFFER

Relationship Time to Aloneness. And I remember about that. Having a companion fixes you in time and that the present, but when the quality of aloneness settles down, past, present, and future all flow together. A memory, a present event, and a forecast all equally present.

Our ability to touch love and kindness and be touched by them lies buried below our own fears and hurts, below our greed and our hatreds, below our desperate clinging to the illusion that we are separate and alone.

People drain me, even the closest of friends, and I find loneliness to be the best state in the union to live in.

Being Free Means Being Lonely.

tu soledad me abruma / me alucina dijo el fulano con dulzura quisiera que en las noches me añorara que me echara de menos me recibiera a solas

She dreams she is in a glass coffin. From her prison, details have beauty. In her aloneness, she imagines emotions. Her husband is the perfect bridegroom, the trickster, the small boy looking for mother. She is goddess and mirror, siren and friend, femme fatale and sacrificing wife. He is attracted to her girlhood purity, her desire to sacrifice, to serve. At first he may be flattered: she sees him as a god.

Yes, we are all alone in this world. At least, when it comes right down to it. We are by ourselves, even when we're with others. All our thoughts are ours, alone.