Quotes About Lonely

The reason we need words to define our hearts is that our hearts are lonely, vulnerable, bare and beating things, and sometimes, they do not always know truth unless they hear it.

He'd been hiding out in the stables, under a horse blanket, listening to the sound of something breathing. It wasn't so lonely out here, Daddy. I'm sorry I left Mama when she needed me.

'American Horror' is the debasement of the suburban family, the way a lonely kid would have imagined it in the Seventies.

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

Technology is blamed for a lot of this loneliness, since the loneliness is certainly associated with the newer technological devices—TV, jets, freeways and so on—but I hope it's been made plain that the real evil isn't the objects of technology but the tendency of technology to isolate people into lonely attitudes of objectivity. It's the objectivity, the dualistic way of looking at things underlying technology, that produces the evil.

I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy.

There was such a nice frosty, Octobery smell in the air, blent with the delightful odor of newly plowed fields. I walked on and on until twilight had deepened into a moonlit autumn night. I was alone but not lonely.

Lupita thought that people who didn't dance were selfish and lonely.

I'm a doll that they've outgrown.

She gave me the impression of someone engaged in giving a series of savage caricatures of herself — but this is common to most lonely people who feel that their true self can find no correspondence in another.

It is the stars as not yet known to science that I would know, the stars which the lonely traveler knows.

You should stay and keep me company, so I don't get lonely.""You don't seem like the type of guy who gets lonely.""Is that a compliment or an insult?"Analia only shrugged.

Really? We are being herded on a bus to drive across town to an all-boy academy where we disembark and join our lonely counterparts on a dance floor. Sounds like a scorecard situation to me.

In roadside diners and late-night cafeterias, hotel lobbies and station cafés, we may dilute our feeling of isolation in a lonely public place and hence rediscover a distinctive sense of community.

I watched too, with that sort of lonely delight--the one shadow upon it being that it is so lonely--with which all one's life one is accustomed to watch beautiful and vanishing things.

To share is precious, pure and fair. Don't play with something you should cherish for life. Don't you wanna care, ain't it lonely out there?

By rights, satire is a lonely and introspective occupation, for nobody can describe a fool to the life without much patient self-inspection.

But what about the Jews? If even people of our own country did not try to help us when we were put into the ghetto, why would these foreigners want to save us? It is very lonely being Jewish, I think. And confusing.

This is what they mean by 'ghost town', she thought. It truly feels like a place frozen in time

But even without theoretical analysis the observable data show most clearly that our kind of "pursuit of happiness" does not produce well-being. We are a society of notoriously unhappy people: lonely, anxious, depressed, destructive, dependent—people who are glad when we have killed the time we are trying so hard to save.

In him, too, was despair from the sorrow that soldiers turn to hatred in order that they may continue to be soldiers. Now it was over he was lonely, detached and unelated and he hated every one he saw.

The anger and the emptiness and the hate that had come with the let-down after the bridge, when he had looked up from where he had lain and crouching, seen Anselmo dead, were still all through him. In him, too, was despair from the sorrow that soldiers turn to hatred in order that they may continue to be soldiers. Now it was over he was lonely, detached and unrelated and he hated every one he saw.

Lonely and feeling sorry for herself, she regularly wandered from her second floor apartment to the kitchens to chat to the staff. On one famous occasion Diana, barefoot and casually dressed in jeans, buttered toast for an astonished footman.

He thought this must be what the moon must look like, if you