Quotes About Aloneness

Avoidance of relationships in an attempt to avoid pain is not the answer either. The pain is there anyway. Three failed relationships in as many years are more likely to force you into awakening than three years on a desert island or shut away in your room. But if you could bring intense presence into your aloneness, that would work for you too.

To deeply understand fear we must also look at ourselves and the way we interpret our situations. Those scary objects can reveal what we cherish. They point out our insatiable quest for control, our sense of aloneness.

Estar a su lado (que creo es, justamente, donde deseo estar) equivale a estar aún más solo.

Yo necesito estar sola de alguien. Esto es: estar sola de nadie. Luego, no estoy sola.

El universo es una perversa inmensidad hecha de ausencia. Uno no esta casi en ninguna parte. Sin embargo, en medio de las infinitas desolaciones hay una buena noticia: el amor.

Soledad es no saber estar consigo mismo.

Soledad es no saber estar contigo mismo

And while it never felt like love or community, it had almost felt like not being alone.

I usually switch off my phone. I can't bear it; obviously I'm not a very social person like that.

A lone walker is both present and detached, more than an audience but less than a participant. Walking assuages or legitimizes this alienation.

Already a system is being constructed that explains our perpetual solitude: if we remain alone among those who were supposed to be like us, it is because we cannot find any creature spontaneous enough. No one capable of equaling our primal states and enriching our existence with some magnificent and brutal enchantment. I am alone in a covered gallery.

That sort of aloneness gives you goosebumps scurrying up your spine. It makes your scalp crawl.

The character damage of a trauma survivor," he concludes, "can be understood as a reflection both of his or her radical aloneness and of the continued presence of the perpetrator in the victim's inner life.

you… even in the midst of thousands, you. Are. Still. Alone.

There was no one thing in the world that she desired. There was no human being whom she wanted near her except Robert; and she even realized that the day would come when he, too, and the thought of him would melt out of her existence, leaving her alone.

Melancholic, although often sardonic, mixtures of emoitions-foreboding, aloneness, regret, and a dark sense of lost destiny and ill-used passions-are woven throughout Byron's most autobiographical poems, especially Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lara, and Manfred. Perturbed and constant motion, coupled with a brooding awareness of life's impermanence, also mark the transient and often bleak nature of Byron's work.

Boatman, she says. There's a tale I once heard, perhaps as a small child. Of an island full of gentle woods and streams, yet also a place of strange qualities. Many cross to it, yet for each who dwells there, it's as if he walks the island alone...

Don't be afraid. There is no more to fear. Do not fear rejection. If you fear rejection by another you do not love the other, though you may profess it. You are only being anxious for his love of you. The free man does not seek the love of others, nor fear that his love will be rejected, for rejection - as is known from the night Christ was betrayed - does not destroy love, and it does not destroy the one who loves. Don't be afraid, you are not alone.

I know neither day nor night, and the whole world fades around me.

I go out there. I'm out there every day. [Pause] There is nothing out there.

Living in her University town felt like stayng on at a party that everyone else had left.

Independência é o luxo de todas aquelas pessoas que são demasiado confiantes e atarefadas e populares e atraentes para serem apenas o simples e batido "sozinhas".

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. — David Whyte, "Sweet Darkness," Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems , eds. Phyllis Cole-Dai & Ruby R. Wilson (Grayson Books, 2017)

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." ? David Whyte