Quotes About Lonely

This poor little one-horse town.

I was in a bar the other night, hopping from barstool to barstool, trying to get lucky, but there wasn't any gum under any of them.

Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.

I don't want to go into a fridge at an undertaker's. I want you to keep me at home until the funeral. Please can someone sit with me in case I get lonely? I promise not to scare you.

It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn't remember all the reasons it was wrong.

Those warehouses across the way look deserted anyway.

Where are you, Cato?

When you feel that the way you interpret the world is fairly idiosyncratic, you can feel somewhat ostracized and lonely.

I hear you speak in songs of love, written for me only. And though I wander far too much, the path is rarely lonely.

Feelings And emotions Are dying In your heart ………Why you had To try a start?You wantedTo be lonely …But acted Like a fool ….All you had to do Just braking rules Sweet rules of love ……………….

Your voice falls on my ears like a rhapsody on a lonely shore.Perhaps like a molten metal which I gulp down thirstily and it soothes my throat with the warmth and freezes when it reaches my heart.

He fell in love with her house and land, He fell in love with her pension plan, He worked his way to her lonely heart, He was quite wily from the very start.

And, just as it is harder to have good qualities when one is rich than when one is poor, it is harder to be a Stoic when one is wealthy, powerful, and respected than when one is destitute, miserable, and lonely.

It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.

If I could smile, I would. Lonely? How could I be lonely with friends like this on the journey?

a complete subnormal idiot. A good guy. wait until the fog came in some night and they sent him back to his lonely closed for a hand job.

animal might be lonely, or wanted a scratch on his

I'm so misunderstood!

I didn't have any role models. I really thought I was doomed to this loveless, lonely life. I didn't know any gay people until I began doing theater.

a desert more vast than the continental United States

this lonely, uncompromising, obsessive tug-of-war with presumed reality, this is what art is all about.

To be a blessing to anybody on this earth, you must first be blessed. You can only give what you have received. God wants to deepen, bless and enrich your relationship with Him so that you can give away your relationship with Him to this impersonal, lonely, sorrow-filled, dying world.

It is this rattling I believe that affects the second point: our uneasiness with our own feelings of foreignness, our own rapidly fraying sense of belonging. To what do we pay greatest allegiance? Family, language group, culture, country, gender? Religion, race? And if none of these matter, are we urbane, cosmopolitan, or simply lonely? In other words, how do we decide where we belong? What convinces us that we do? Or put another way, what is the matter with foreignness?

They were solitary little girls whose loneliness was so profound it intoxicated them and sent them stumbling into Technicolored visions that always included a presence, a someone, who, quite like the dreamer, shared the delight of the dream.