Quotes About Aloneness

Loneliness is the hormones in your pants.

Lonely people move in the void of nonsense.

When she closed the door, she took the happiness with her.

I wanted a perfect man like the one in my imagination and a perfect love and I wasn't going to abandon either of these goals, however long it meant I had to be alone. 'All or nothing' was my abiding principle and I'd never accept half measures.

Anna took her solace where she always did. The smell of the earth, the touch of the sky held for her a special alchemy, able to turn loneliness into aloneness, and so make it, if not sacred, at least bearable.

the overwhelming sheer aloneness that hangs in the air in rural Ireland is a potent force. It is at once the greatest positive and negative thing about the countryside. For with it comes not only the peacefulness of life here, the undeniable sense of the spiritual, but also the consequent darker aspects of hopelessness and madness.

It was the most silent, beautiful city I had ever been in, and I found myself wishing, once or twice, that I was here alone, not worrying about our relationship, not having to make an effort. I would have walked and walked along the deserted paths, not speaking, storing everything up. I wouldn't have minded the rain.

I wanted to be alone, not forgotten.

She felt depressed and uncertain, not yet ready to be alone with her new and fragile thoughts.

Here I know nobody; nobody knew me.

Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.

Alone you're refinding a glittering, a clarity, you're finding your distilled self. ...You think of the two types of aloneness you've known recently: this wonderful, sparkly, soul-refreshing type, and the despairing loneliness that sucks the breath from your life.

Welcome to Sadness. Population one.

Man is alone in the world, in tremendous eternal isolation. He has no object outside himself; lives for nothing else; he is far removed from being the slave of his wishes, of his abilities, of his necessities; he stands far above social ethics; he is alone. Thus he becomes one and all.

But the truth was when it came to grief, each person was an island, alone.

He really is alone in whatever hell this is. Completely and utterly alone. 'It isn't,' he thinks, as he trudges back toward his house, 'the most unfamiliar feeling in the world.

I have been alone for most of my life. But rarely have I felt it so much as at that moment. I knew one person within four hundred miles, and he'd been ordered to keep away from me. I was unfamiliar with the culture, barely competent with the language, and the burning all across my back and face was a constant reminder of how much I was unwelcome. The food was good though.

No sabía con certeza de qué huía, a menos que fuera de la gente.

He had escaped the abhorrent taint! He was truly completely alone! He was the only human being in the world!

ever farther from human beings, driving him on ever more insistently toward the magnetic pole of the greatest possible solitude.

Grenouille no longer wanted to go somewhere, but only to go away, away from human beings.

In the deepest, most unalterable sense, he was an invisible man. Invisible to others, and most likely invisible to himself as well. If, while he was alive, I kept looking for him, kept trying to find the father who was not there, now that he is dead I still feel as though I must go on looking for him. Death has not changed anything. The only difference is that I have run out of time.

The most terrifying thing I can think of is being alone - and I mean utterly alone, like no one else in the world alone - at night. That's the nucleus of the first story in my collection and it's also where the title came from for the book.

You can be with somebody and still feel alone.