Quotes About Lonely

To me there is nothing more fraught with mystery & terror than a remote Massachusetts farmhouse against a lonely hill. Where else could an outbreak like the Salem witchcraft have occurred?

There are three choices for a woman like me: 1) Be sad and lonely 2) Be the one who is cheated on 3) be the other woman

He's lighter than you'd think, like whatever was inside him was used up long ago. With that reasoning, it's a wonder I don't float off into the sky.

Valentine's Day is a time to celebrate the joy of being in love. Unless you're single & lonely then it's called Laundry Day.

Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.

I am shy by nature and in a way it is a blessing in disguise because being alone does not really make me feel lonely and it is better to be alone with your thoughts rather than in a crowd.

People think being alone makes you LONELY, But I don't think thats true. Being surrounded by wrong people is the loneliest thing in World

An unholy altered state of mindStalking with intent from behindThe needless lonely empty timeThat's filled my life- that's so unkind

I love stand-up, but the process of writing is a little more lonely. I want to keep doing both, though.

On the top you are always lonely.

Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so. For it must be very lonely being dead.

And everyday I open a volume or two, read a few lines or pages, allow the voices of the forgotten dead to resonate inside my head. Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so. For it must be very lonely being dead.

it occurred to me that perhaps in this city the crowd was essential to the individual; without it, he had nothing against which to scrape his anger, no echo for grief, and not the slightest proof that there were others more lonely than he. it was just a passing thought.

lonely-chrome America.

He was a planet without an atmosphere.

I could feel my heart beating, hear the clicks and ticks and hisses of the large elderly building slumbering around me. Everyone was asleep. Even the distant horn-honks and the occasional rattle of trucks out on Fifty-Seventh Street seemed faint and uncertain, as lonely as a noise from another planet.

Fear the assassin who waits in the lonely passages of the heart. —Teri Kilborn, Broken Fences           She

How can she eat this fish, cooling on a slab of marble? And yet the fish, too, motionless as it is, and dismantled from its bones, and fleeced of its silver skin, has never been so completely alone as it is now: violated in a final manner and regarded with a weary eye by this woman who has made the latest mistake of her day and done this to it.

Poverty is clearly one source of emotional suffering, but there are others, like loneliness. A policy to reduce the loneliness of the elderly would certainly reduce suffering.

Broken, shattered, life filled with pain. Lonely, forgotten, eyes filled with shame. Lost, confused, heart filled with hurt. Praying, longing for life not to get worse.

How could I be so lost, In a place I know so well? How could I be so broken, In a family so together? How could I be so lonely, Surrounded by so many? How could I be so unhappy, Surrounded by so much beauty? How could I be me, When even I remain a mystery?

Call me the girl that no one ever noticed. Call me the girl who no one ever cared about. Call me the girl that you can pass in the hall and not give a damn. Call me the Forgotten.

You have a choice, it's either you move on and be happy or stay stagnant and be lonely.

I rather be alone, be lonely, than being hurt, being in pain. I rather be happy, peaceful than sad & crying .