Quotes about lonely

For in the end, freedom is a personal and lonely battle; and one faces down fears of today so that those of tomorrow might be engaged.

I've sold my soul for freedom. It's lonely but it's sweet.

It is true that when you're in the White House alone, it is a lonely place. Big and lonely.

For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.

That's been hard being away from the family, because Washington can be lonely. When you tune out of all the activity, that's like, you're alone.

Sometimes I get lonely, but it's nice to be alone.

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

You're only lonely if you're not there for you.

Experiencing those moments of being alone... is a very, very weird flooring and exposing position to be in when you're just not used to it... But I've never been lonely. And with my kids Mia and Joe that remains the case.

We're born alone. We do need each other. It's lonely to really effectively live your life, and anyone you can get help from or give help to; that's part of your obligation.

I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.

It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

The capacity for not feeling lonely can carry a very real price, that of feeling nothing at all.

Absolutely lonely people have few personal interactions of any kind.

I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

If I am a legend, then why am I so lonely?

Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.

Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were so lonely. People rarely visited them. I only stayed there a couple of months, but it made a strong impression on me.

The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart.

Success is nothing if you don't have the right people to share it with you're just gonna end up lonely.

Lonely women destroy themselves lonely men threaten the world.

When I was younger, many of my romantic escapades were just a means of simply avoiding being by myself. I was afraid of feeling lonely, afraid I wouldn't know what to say to myself.

I gave up on new poetry myself 30 years ago when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens in a hostile world.

Half of the time I don't know what they're talking about their jokes seem to relate to a past that everyone but me has shared. I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language.

when you're younga pair offemalehigh-heeled shoesjust sittingalonein the closetcan fire yourboneswhen you're oldit's justa pair of shoeswithoutanybodyin themandjust aswell.

I did not know I was on a search for passionate aliveness. I only knew I was lonely and lost and that something was drawing me deeper beneath the surface of my life in search of meaning. There is a hunger in people to go to those deep depths to know that our lives are sacred that our hearts are truly capable of love. It is a yearning to be all the we can be. A longing for what is real.

The worst feeling in life is not being lonely it's being forgotten by the one person you could never forget.

The home is the most ritualized place in a society each house is like a religious order with its own ceremonies.

Its been a long time we both talked properly. I guess its because many thing went wrong between us and ik that ab its difficult to get back on the road road on which we used to travel before. You know every time I open my messenger the first thing that i check is that whether you're online or not. Let's begin again and try not to discuss on old shits.. Love you

There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said.But neither of them was soothing neither of them was a lie.

I didn’t say anything I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him go right out the door.

All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you'll be quite a lot!

Have you ever met someone and felt… I don't know how to describe it, felt a chance at having something that eluded you? I don't know… Forget I said anything."I knew what he meant. He was describing that moment when you realize that you are lonely. For a time you can be alone and doing fine and never give a thought to living any other way and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived because y

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

Why am I so anxious? And then it hits me. I'm not anxious, I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems catastrophic - seeing the car just as it hits you.

Tore up my heart and shut it down. Nothing to do, nowhere to be. A simple little kind of free. Nothing to do, no one but me, and that's all I need. I'm perfectly lonely.

His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor."What do you want?" I demanded."A moment of peace and quiet," he snapped, rubbing his temples.I paused. "From what?"He massaged his pale skin, making the corners of his eyes go up and down, out and in. He sighed. "From this mess."I sat up farther on my pallet of the hay. I'd never seen him so candid."That damned bitch is running me

I felt like a kid standing in the world's greatest video arcade without any quarters, unable to do anything but walk around and watch the other kids play.

This is not to say, there never comes a day I'll take my chances and start again. And when I look behind on all my younger times, I'll have to thank the wrongs that led me to a love so strong.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

He says he’s lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her. She says she’s lonely too. She doesn’t say why.

… there’s a difference between having no one because you’ve chosen it and having no one because everyone has been taken away.

The Internet is for lonely people. People should live.

‎"But you're the toughest son of a b!&€# i've ever seen.You never let anybody get near you.You never let anybody know what you really think.

Aunt Syl must have conveniently stopped reading the childhood fairy tales when the knight left the damsel in distress to pursue a better damsel out of my bedtime routine.

Together, we looked down at the tiny house, the sole thing on this vast, flat surface. Like the only person living on the moon. It could be either lonely or peaceful, depending on how you looked at it. "It's a start," I said.

Emily Dickinson , in my opinion, is the perfect (although admittedly slightly cliche) poet for lonely fat girls.

In those days, I still thoroughly enjoyed the romance I called "by myself"; I didn't know yet how it gets lonely, picks up a sharp edge later on that ruins a day now and then-- ruins more than that, if you're not careful.

Love seeks out that desperate, lonely, frightened place inside each of us and coaxes it out into the daylight, so that it can eviscerate it in the burning heat of the sun.

I talk to myself, not because I'm lonely, but because sometimes I'm the only one who understands what I'm saying.

Day drinking with a broken heart is like selling loose Cuban cigars like Newports, tryna leave the country without passports, and putting yourself in a situation you can’t handle.

To love others you've got to love yourself, but I love myself too much I've got no place for others.

Haven’t you ever seen someone standing alone? I shrug. Just one. Why don’t you talk to that child? Because it’s me and Devon told me I shouldn’t talk to myself. Not in public anyway

It feels less lonely knowing that when I look up at the sky, someone somewhere is looking too. And maybe, just maybe, they are also at peace knowing that they are not alone as we are one under the same sky.

I was not boy crazy. Really, I wasn't. But I was lonely, I guess.

Do you think I could have come to you again and again, if you had been less alone?You called me and I answered

Why come back to this empty house, and this Manila with a strange face; the one I never knew? All those lonely islands. They will keep afloat without me.

Her voice is filled with distant sonorities, like reverberations in a cave: now you are at the place of annihilation, now you are at the place of annihilation. And she is herself a cave full of echoes, she is a system of repetitions, she is a closed circuit.’ Can a bird sing only the song it knows or can it learn a new song?’ She draws her long, sharp fingernail across the bars of the cage in which her pet lark sings, striking a plangent twang like that of the plucked heartstrings of a woman of

You don't have to be invisible to disappear.

If I keep myself busy I don't know how lonely I am. I only know how busy I am.

Left alone, Miss Verney felt so old, lonely and helpless that she began to cry. No builder would tackle that shed, not for any price she could afford. But crying relieved her and she soon felt quite cheerful again. It was ridiculous to brood, she told herself.

Someone said that if you're lonely at the top, it's because you didn't take anyone with you.

Lonely world if you don’t have anyone to rule over.

I am afraid of waking up to emptiness, to a place where my friends and family are gone and I am nothing but a single bolt of lightning in the blackness of a lonely storm. If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.

Too big, too empty, too heartbreaking . . . Too much to cope with

Maybe it's easier to talk to someone who won't ever actually hear what you say.

She hadn't realized she was lonely until she began to understand that other people were not.

That’s the way Chris lives, warning everyone who gets close of the lightning that may strike. Never touch anything, never make a mark. But Anatole can’t live that way. The world’s too lonely a place: he has to touch things, he has to put his arms around them.

You cannot be lonely if you like the person you’re with.

We're all just wandering around with our fingers crossed, hoping we'll meet someone who will make our lostness a little less lonely.

Deep in my heart I know I am a loner. I have tried to blend in with the world and be sociable, but the more people I meet the more disappointed I am, so I’ve learned to enjoy myself, my family and a few good friends.

He was so lonely that he laughed at himself.

Artists are strange people. They make the world a beautiful place, and make others feel good, but they are a bunch of lonely people. Artists are people with unfulfilled, unrealistic dreams, lonely, and always searching for perfection.

Nobody would have anything to do with him. He began to drop things and to trip. He had a shy and hopeful manner in each new contact, and he was always disappointed. Because he NEEDED a friend so desperately, he never found one.

Please try not to need me. That’s the worst bait of all to a lonely man.

Pritchard was lonely, and like most lonely souls, he saw happy couples everywhere.

His lies were the taste of agave syrup and I fell for everyone of them...vulnerable me! I promise myself never to feel this lonely again...never.

The lonely evenings in the life of a newly married girl may be really agonizing.

He had never imagined that a man in love could be so lonely.

the most painful thing is when you are drowning deep inside you and there is not a single hand to pull you out

It's because she doesn't love being lonely. When a girl loses her virginity, though, it may hurt, but it's real. It might be the realest, most private thing you could ever see in another person. You wonder who she'll be in that moment, when you finally get past all the pretend.

Sometimes everything passes fast before you while you are sitting and sometimes everything sits while you are passing fast before them! In both cases you feel lonely!

Writing is lonely. Until that moment you write your first character and suddenly you have company.

Those times when someone you thought was your friend talks about you behind your back really hurt. Even if you act like you don't care, deep inside, you care.

You will never be lonely if you love yourself enough

If you live only for yourself, dying is an especially scary proposition.

A Cue from NatureRun outside during a thunderstormThat downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilarationThat’s what unlonely is like

Would anyone notice if I just... left

The longest walk of your life does not happen when you walk great distances lonely but it happens when you walk very shortly with the boring people!

Many times he had tried unsuccessfully to let go his hold on her. They had many fine times together, fine talks between the loves of the white nights, but always when he turned away from her into himself he left her holding Nothing in her hands and staring at it, calling it many names, but knowing it was only the hope that he would come back soon.

Well, now, what do you expect? You're His child. Of course you're going to be lonely when you hold yourself from Him.

Sure I’m alone but I don’t feel lonely. Some people regard loneliness as a disease and to be honest, this is the first time in years I have been totally alone. No girl around to put my hand under her chin in the dead of night or feel her warm breath against my cheek in the morning when I awake. But this is just a temporary loneliness, a mild winter cold. The disease only becomes terminal when you no longer realise you’re alone, when you’ve become used to the silence and look forward to it when y