Loneliness Quotes - Page 6

Dear Natasha,It's the middle of the night. I can't sleep. Thoughts are creeping through my head like darkness slips around the bodies of sky scrapers in every city we've ever been to. From the bottom up, suffocating the life on the street first and then raising to the head and the brain, circling into smog and clouds until the black stretches up so high that nobody can even remember what the stars used to look like.This is how I feel when I lie awake and think of you. I miss you.

The thing about our choices is that after we have made them, they turn around and make us.

Its all about perception in life, For some One minus One = One & for some its Zero.That's the only difference.

I can't recall the sound of your voiceStill, I bring flowers and meet the skyask it to hold me, too.

Even if times are tough and you're enduring a terrible heartache, it's important to focus your anger on a vibrator, not another person.

Huh. Well you and I just disagree. Maybe the world just feels differently to us. This is all going back to something that isn't really clear: that avant-garde stuff is hard to read. I'm not defending it, I'm saying that stuff - this is gonna get very abstract - but there's a certain set of magical stuff that fiction can do for us. There's maybe thirteen things, of which who even knows which ones we can talk about. But one of them has to do with the sense of, the sense of capturing, capturing what the world feels like to us, in the sort of way that I think that a reader can tell "Another sensibility like mine exists." Something else feels this way to someone else. So that the reader feels less lonely.

We expect more from technology and less from each other.

I can have patience for anything, but it's waiting for love, that kills me a little each day.

We all go through hard times in life. It’s a part of being alive and it's the reality we all have to deal with. There are times we forget our value as a person because we are so blinded with these thoughts of loneliness, emptiness and ego. Somewhere along the road we become numbed with all the frustrations and dissatisfaction. But life itself isn't always about darkness and sadness, Life is also filled with colors and that makes it beautiful. Along this path of darkness there's always light waiting to be seen by our daunted hearts. Our heart is gifted to see this light. It may be hiding behind those circumstances that we encounter; in a stranger we just met at an unexpected place; a family who has been always there but you just ignored because of your imperfect relationship with them; it might be a long time friend you have or a friend you just met. Open your heart and you will see how blessed you are to have them all in your life. Sometimes they are the light that shines your path in some dark phases of life. Don't lose hope

If you make friends with yourself, you'll never be alone.

We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community.

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist, except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice.

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future

Two powerful factors which creates difference between destroying your relationship and deepening it are EGO and Attitude

To enjoy a peaceful & Beautiful Life We should open our 'EYE' and Close our 'I

The morgue is a Victorian update of a system established by Alfred the Great. It's the place where certain deaths are resolved - those where the cause is unclear or is the result of some intended or accidental violence. The bodies are almost always victims in some way - of crime, suicides and car crashes, but also victims of loneliness. It's where you go if you die alone in your flat and your body lies undisturbed for days. It's where you go if no one knew you were dying and no GP attended your final hours. It's where you go if no loved one held your hand as you slipped away. In one way or another, then, all the people who pass through this room are the people who die screaming.

My earnest desire for you has brought me to a point, where the life I've imagined we shall have, seems like a distant memory.

Go thy way, weigh me the weight of the fire, or measure me the blast of the wind, or call me again the day that is past.

I think of drug dealers like I think of my father— never really there when you want them to be.

Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.

Realize your true strength when people reject you. In actual fact, they do not reject you. They only show you your real strength

One of the greatest acts of service you can do is to find someone who is secretly lonely and be a friend to them, if only for a day.

Most of the conversations we are ever likely to have with people are the things we do not and cannot say

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

These days, loneliness is the new cancer - a shameful, embarrassing thing, brought upon yourself in some obscure way. A fearful, incurable thing thing, so horrifying that you dare not mention it; other people don't want to hear the word spoken aloud for fear that they might too be afflicted, or that it might tempt fate into visiting a similar horror upon them.

She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!

Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

A person might be living with numerous people; but, if he doesn’t find a companion who thinks similarly as he thinks, he is still alone

Alvin didn't cry, didn't curse, didn't holler.... He was too far gone to roar on that day or even to crack. Only I did.... Only I cracked, alone, later in the one place in our house where I knew I could go to be apart from the living and all that they cannot not do.

Friends were hundred ,Kites were none ,This was the time when I was young.Now the kites are hundred ,Friends are none,Sitting under the sun.

The more she was absolutely in need of external friendship, the more disposed was she to reject it, and to declare to herself that she was prepared to stand alone in the world.

sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love

One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, "We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I'll make one. I'll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I'll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I'll make a sound that's so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I'll make me a sound and an apparatus and they'll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life."The Fog Horn blew.

A woman who is willing to be herself and pursue her own potential runs not so much the risk of loneliness as the challenge of exposure to more interesting men and people in general.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

We can't underestimate the value of silence. We need to create ourselves, need to spend time alone. If you don't, you risk not knowing yourself and not realizing your dreams.

Most days, I’ve got this impermanence thing down just great. It doesn’t bother me; what’s to bother? Most days, I sit comfortably with the knowledge that I’ll die alone, and I feel nothing so strongly as my embrace of my nothingness. Most days don’t really matter, because there is only this day, and right now I feel like fear is all I am. I don’t want you to leave. Just let me pretend you won’t.'He wrapped his arms around me and we slept. For that night, we would last forever.

Live a life that leaves a memory, nobody can steal.

In the end, you will realize most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

A lot of pain that we are dealing with are really only THOUGHTS.

Friends were hundred ,Kites were none ,This was the time when I was young.Now the kites are hundred ,Friends are none,Sitting under the flaming sun.

Create your own path.Don't blindly follow the massess... because most of the time the "M" is silent.

It was lonely to be so perfect in all respects.

Fear is the most prodigious enemy of our soul

How my adventures become your sins?

People accuse me of falling in love easily. It just means that I'm able to see the beauty in most of the people who cross paths with me and I appreciate it for what it is and also for what it isn't. Love is imperfect. Falling for someone's flaws is just as necessary as falling for their strengths. And people like myself, who fall into love easily, are sometimes the loneliest souls around at the end of the day.

As she looks through the window; while seeing him give her his world, tears rolled down her cheeks as she remembers the world she once had.

I'm a lion in a strange land.

It is a very strange sensation to inexperience youth to feel itself quite alone the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached, and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted. The charm of adventure sweetens that sensation, the glow of pride warms it; but then the throb of fear disturbs it; and fear with me became predominant when half an hour elapsed, and still I was alone.

As for you, you're unwise: how may you then speak of these things whereof thou ask you?

Karma is a balance sheet of life which debits and credit all your deeds.YourWhich is audited by our creator and actions are based on what we accumulated in it.

If a man cannot understand the beauty of life, it is probably because life never understood the beauty in him.

Thinking in loneliness and speaking in public are the two things leaders are masters at.

When a man meets the right woman, he meets a new strength!

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.

A whole planet of worlds, and not one of them—not one—has a soul. They wander through their lives separate and alone, unable even to communicate except through grunts and tokens: as if the essence of a sunset or a supernova could ever be contained in some string of phonemes, a few linear scratches of black on white. They've never known communion, can aspire to nothing but dissolution. The paradox of their biology is astonishing, yes; but the scale of their loneliness, the futility of these lives, overwhelms me.

I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all.