Quotes on Loneliness

I am stronger than depression and I am braver than loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.

Loneliness had taught Harriet that there was always someone who understood - it was just so often that they were dead, and in a book.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

And I am not one of those women who trips twice over the same stone.

There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.

It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation—of loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of things—the thought of God comes into one's mind.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

Every loneliness is a pinnacle

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be.

It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the Dark - And crowd the little Room - Too scant - by Cubits - to contain The Sacrament - of Him - I am not used to Hope - It might intrude upon - Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place - Ordained to Suffering - It might be easier To fail - with Land in Sight - Than gain - My Blue Peninsula - To perish - of Delight -

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

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.

Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn't go away.

We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — "Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought."

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Yes, I want money more than anything else in the world.” “Then you’ve made the only choice. But there’s a penalty attached, as there is to most things you want. It’s loneliness.

It's so effortless to let my loneliness defeat me, make me mold myself to whatever would (in some way - but not wholly) relieve it. I must never forget it... I want sensuality and sensitivity, both... Let me never deny that... I want to err on the side of violence and excess, rather than to underfill my moments.

I prayed for the city to be cleared of people, for the gift of being alone—a-l-o-n-e: which is the one New York prayer that rarely gets lost or delayed in channels, and in no time at all everything I touched turned to solid loneliness.

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.