273 Loneliness Quotes

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

How rich art is; if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never without food for thought or truly lonely, never alone.

Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.

At some point in my life I'd honestly hoped love would rescue me from the cold, drafty castle I lived in. But at another point, much earlier I think, I'd quietly begun to hope for nothing at all in the way of love, so as not to be disappointed. It works. It gets to be a habit.

I had fun, but I didn't really have anyone i particularly loved except for loving friends. But I have a certain amount of faith that it will come.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.

Individuals bearing witness do not change history; only movements that understand their social world can do that. Movements encourage solidarity; the moral individual is likely, all unwittingly, to do the opposite, for bearing witness is lonely: it breeds feelings of superiority and moralistic anger against those who are not doing the same.

The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness. The remarkable thing is that the cessation of the inner dialogue marks also the end of our concern with the world around us. It is as if we noted the world and think about it only when we have to report it to ourselves.

The kind of relatedness to the world may be noble or trivial, but even being related to the basest kind of pattern is immensely preferable to being alone.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.

I spent my childhood alone, overweight and ugly, angry at everything, and knowing nothing of a life beyond this sadness.

On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people; and then I go home alone.

You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

The problem with the loneliness I suffer is that the company of others has never been a cure for it.

I believe we are the only sentient beings in the universe, and I believe that 500 years from now, we will still be the only sentient beings around.

Love is a self-manifested notion depending on how lonely you are - so if you're really attracted to someone, and you're really lonely, I think you can fall in love in an instant. It's all about where you're at.

What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.

Left to ourselves, mechanistic and autonomic, we hanker for friends.

Lonely people, in talking to each other can make each other lonelier.

A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night.

And amongst us one, Who most has suffer'd, takes dejectedly His seat upon the intellectual throne.

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Success definitely brings on loneliness. People think you're lucky, that you have everything. They think you can go anywhere and do anything, but that's not the point. One hungers for the basic stuff.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.

When I got older I decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about real things. I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too lonely.

I thought the only lonely place was on the moon.

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

I need contact Nothing seems to please I need contact.

Ich bin auf der Welt zu allein und doch nicht allein genug, um jede Studen zu weihen. Ich bin auf der Welt zu gering und doch nicht klein genug, um vor dir zu sein wie ein Ding, dunkel und klug. Ich will meinen Willen und will meinen Willen begleiten die Wege zur Tat; und will in stillen, irgendwie zorgernden Zeiten, wenn etwas naht, unter den Wissenden sein oder allein.

Next morning, when the golden sunne was risen, And new had bid good morrow to the mountaines; When night her silver light had lockt in prison, Which gave a glimmering on the christall fountaines: Then ended sleepe, and then my cares began, Ev'n with the uprising of the silver swan. Oh, glorious sunne! quoth I, viewing the sunne, That lightenst everie thing but me alone: Why is my summer season almost done, My spring-time past, and ages autumne gone? My harvest's come, and yet I reapt no corne: My love is great, and yet I am forlorne.

With my wife, I've got no sex life. The dog keeps watching me in the bedroom so he can learn how to sit up and beg. I told him to watch my wife so he can learn how to roll over and play dead.

Along with the loss of the sense of self has gone a loss of our language for communicating deeply personal meanings to each other. This is one important side of the loneliness now experienced by people in the Western world.

I shall then live alone... and I already wonder with whom.

All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam.

I was all alone in my head - exactly what i had once wanted. It made me feel lost.

No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred; Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A favourite has no friend!

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain.

When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my lonesomeness.

We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me never alone.

'Cause it can feel like perfection, but never all the time. But you don't wanna be alone again.

I don't wanna end up in a room all alone. Don't want to end up someone I don't even know.

But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint. And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud. You don't know how it feels, you don't know how it feels to be me.

Now I'm walkin' this street on my own, but she's with me wherever I go.

There's rain on the road and the faithful have gone. In a crowd all alone walking 'round in a song.

And sometime around 2 AM you end up taking advantage of yourself. Ain't no way around that. Making a scene with a magazine.

What chieftain, walking by himself, crying Most miserable, most victorious, Does not see these separate figures one by one, And yet see only one, in his old coat, His slouching pantaloons, beyond the town, Looking for what was, where it used to be?

D'you need a friend? Yeah, me too...

I could bear to suffer... so many have suffered. But why must it be like this? I have not deserved it. I have been true in friendship; I have faithfully nursed others in sickness... Why must I die like this, alone with my mortal enemy?

I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words.

My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

Everything is changed - for you. But it is still the same, too. The loneliness you feel has come to you because you are no longer a child. But the whole world has always been full of that loneliness. The loneliness does not come from the War. The War did not make it. It was the loneliness that made the War.

Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight Of the Valleys of Dream.

I hear the little children of the wind Crying solitary in lonely places.

I prefer masturbation. You meet a better class of people that way.

I was solitary before, but now my solitariness becomes complete and awesome. Hence the dizziness, the vertigo. Like a statue on a plinth--that is how I live now.

The days and weeks before a true commitment to Jesus can be terrible and lonely. I think I was feeling bitter about the human experience. I never asked to be human. Nobody can to the womb and explainted the situation to me, asking for my permission to go into the world and live and breathe and eat and feel joy and pain. I started thinking about how odd it was to be human, how we are stuck inside this skin, forced to be attracted to the opposite sex, forced to eat food, and use the rest room and then stuck to the earth by gravity. I spent an entire week feeling bitter because I couldn't breathe underwater. I told God I wanted to be a fish. I also felt a little bitter about sleep. Why do we have to sleep? I wanted to be able to stay awake for as long as I wanted, but God had put me in this body that had to sleep. Life no longer seemed like and experience of freedom.

Johnny wishes he was famous Spends his time alone in the basement With Lennon and Cobain And a guitar and a stereo.

Y hoy me encuentro tan solo y triste cual hoja al viento quisiera llorar, quisiera morir, como Kurt Cobain, de sentimiento. (And today I am so alone and sad like a leaf in the wind I wish to cry, I wish to die like Kurt Cobain, of feeling)

Tony the Beat Poet says the words alone, lonely and lonliness are three of the most powerful words in the English language. I agree with Tony. Those words say that we are human; they are like the words hunger and thirst. But they are not words about the body, they are words about the soul

I love manikins. I want to bring them to life. I give mine names. I feel as if I know them. I'll often talk to them in my living room. ~Rolling Stone 1983

'Old man, look at my life, 24 and there's so much more, live alone in a paradise that makes me think of 2.' Old Man

Lonestar Where are you out tonight? This feeling I'm trying to fight It's dark and I think that I would give anything For you to shine down on me

Let there be no barrier between us... My love. I never want to be alone again

Solitary isn't necessarily lonely

We're not a family. We're the opposite of a family. We're people so lonely that when we're together we make a black hole of loneliness and everything else gets sucked down into it and is never seen again

You are mine, but you are not mine. I am yours, but you hardly know it. He was not unhappy but he wasn't happy, either

That's fine for you to say. But when does the miracle start? Some people can't see miracles when they're right in the middle of them Better than seeing miracles that don't exist You're determined to stand entirely alone, aren't you? That's where I've always stood

Did any of these lines actually work? And even if they did, what came of it? One-night stands? Quick torrid affairs? Did any of these deliberate encounters lead to something that cured loneliness instead of simply easing the symptoms for an hour or two? [he] wasn't interested in meeting the kind of women who would come to one of those places looking for the kind of man who hoped to meet a woman there

Pretending to be happy with each other when they're both so desperately lonely because along week three of their marriage they realized they didn't really know each other and they never would, they'd be strangers together for the rest of their lives. But they couldn't live with that, nobody can, I've seen thousands of marriages and they can't face it that they're paired up with a stranger and so the decent ones, the ones who want to be good, they pretend to be whatever their partner wants them to be, and then they pretend to believe in their partners pretense

A man who has loved the perfect lover isn't likely to find a substitute very soon

A man walks down the street He says why am I short of attention Got a short little span of attention And woe my nights are so long

I was a troubled teen Who put an advert in a magazine To the annoyance of my imaginary lover She doubted my integrity And this is what she said to me: She said, 'Oh, you, you're green You don't know what love means Well, let me tell you

I saw The Lonely Guy all by myself. It was one of those Saturday afternoons where the snow is coming down gray and mean, and you can't even get a decent recorded message on the answering machines of strangers ... 'Good luck,' an usher told me. 'You're going to need it.' He was right ... The Lonely Guy is the kind of movie that seems to have been made to play in empty theaters on overcast January afternoons ... [It] is the kind of movie that inspires you to distract yourself by counting the commercial products visible on the screen, and speculating about whether their manufacturers paid fees to have them worked into the movie. I counted two Diet 7-Ups, two Tabs, and Steve Martin.

To all my homies never made it home/The dead peers I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone

Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends/I'll be stressed and they just, reposessed my Benz

She's got a cheap cell phone and the host left and now I'm all alone. sigh

(How do you handle women swooning over you?) I don't have much luck with women. But I'd like to just concentrate on my work. Hopefully, I'd meet somebody I could fall in love with and have a family with.

No one can endure his own solitude.

But then to wake and find it flown, The dream of happiness destroyed, To find myself unloved, alone, What tongue can speak the dreary void? A heart whence warm affections flow, Creator, thou hast given to me, And am I only thus to know How sweet the joys of love would be?

'I accepted the face that as much as I want to lead others, and love to be around other people, in some essential way, I am something of a loner.'

Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.

Was nun andrerseits die Menschen gesellig macht, ist ihre Unfahigkeit, die Einsamkeit und in dieser sich selbst zu ertragen.

I was very fond of them, if only they would have had me.

There is in the world only the choice between loneliness and vulgarity.

I have loved colours, and not flowers; Their motion, not the swallows wings; And wasted more than half my hours Without the comradeship of things.

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.