Best 1659 quotes in «lonely quotes» category

The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic. “Well,” said Jack at last. “What do you think? Shall we run away, and live on the secret island?” “Yes!” whispered all the children. “Let’s!

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

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!

The Loners' Prayer In every life, On every road, Give me the strength to walk alone. At every turn, With every twist, Give me the strength to take the risk. Under every roof, Above every need, Allow me to plant sweet comfort's seed. Beneath every skin, Within every scar, Give me the strength to find respite for all. Despite every word. For every soul, Give me the strength to walk my path alone. ©2018 Adhish Mazumder - The Loners' Prayer.

the lonely mind wanders. the happy mind goes. the weary mind travels. the thoughtful mind flows.

The loneliness felt like an infection I couldn't shake, something hollowing me out from the inside. It wasn't the longing for him that hurt the most; it was the gnawing feeling that no one wanted me and I had no idea when, or if, that would ever change.

The modern age, with its growing world-alienation, has led to a situation where man, wherever he goes, encounters only himself. All the processes of the earth and the universe have revealed themselves either as man-made or as potentially man-made. These processes, after having devoured, as it were, the solid objectivity of the given, ended by rendering meaningless the one over-all process which originally was conceived in order to give meaning to them, and to act, so to speak, as the eternal time-space into which they could all flow and thus be rid of their mutual conflicts and exclusiveness. This is what happened to our concept of history, as it happened to our concept of nature. In the situation of the radical world-alienation, neither history nor nature is at all conceivable. This twofold loss of the world— the loss of nature and the loss of human artifice in the widest sense, which would include all history, has left behind it a society of men who, without a common world which would at once relate and separate them, either live in desperate lonely separation or are pressed together into a mass. For a mass-society is nothing more than that kind of organized living which automatically establishes itself among human beings who are still related to one another but have lost the world once common to all of them.

The moon seemed to veil herself before the bold looks of Satan. The night was cold. All the doors were closed, all the windows darkened. and the streets deserted. From their appearance, one would have imagined that, for a long time past no foot had traversed those silent streets. Everything around us bore a death-like aspect. It seemed as if, when day came, no one would open their doors; that no head, of woman or of child, would look out of those dark, dull windows; that no step would break the silence which fell, like a pall, upon all around. I seemed to be walking in a city which had been buried some ages. In truth, the town seemed to have been depopulated, and the cemetery to have grown full. Still we went forward, without hearing a murmur, or meeting even with a shadow. The street stretched for a long way across this fearful city of silence and repose. At last we reached my house. 'You remember it?' said the fiend. 'Yes,' replied I, sullenly, 'let us enter.' 'First,' said he, 'we must open the door. It is I, by the way, who invented the science of opening doors without breaking them in. In fact, I have a second key to all doors and gates - with one exception - that of Paradise!

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

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

The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn’t care

The place gave out a look of hollow desuetude, as though its desertion would last forever.

There are people who like to be alone without feeling lonely at all.

There is always an eternal mystery around the lonely souls!

There is a lot of pain in being lonely, but a lot of beauty in being alone.

There is no feeling quite so lonely as failure.

There is no greater isolation a man may experience than to be lonely in a crowd.

There is no such thing as a boring person when you are lonely or extremely bored.

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

There's a reason my only friends are written words

There's not one good thought in that place. There's nothing but waste and want. I can feel his selfish cravings and an abyss of secrets I hope to never know.

There was a lonely summer Where I took the string and unraveled the magic circle from everything It was because of you, and what you did to me

There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.

There was something odd for him about not feeling lonely. The very fact that he had ceased to be lonely caused him to fear the possibility of becoming lonely again.

There was this constant urge in me to tear my insides apart, I didn't know why. By the time I made my mind that it was impossible for me to do, there alighted the fear, haunting me with the words that rang constantly in my head, "You're not brave enough". I didn't feel devastated, I felt the urge to be devastated.

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.

There will always be a little girl searching for love, pushing against the outstretched hand of someone who can only love her so much.

The screen shows me Portugal. The screen shows me Cairo. They have a thing where you can wander the streets. I can go anywhere I want is what the screen keeps telling me. Try this. Try there. Go around here. The world’s wide open. You can wander anyplace and you’ll be alone there, too.

The thick baffling blades of false world customs rip off my views and ideas,like breaking every string of my aesthetic thoughts in disdain and jealousy;pain pain enough your tigrine roars before I die.

Then she spent her evenings curled up in her small boardinghouse room, poring over the pages. It was her only escape to a bigger, more interesting world. There are no prison walls if one has books, she had read someplace. But even so, her days and nights often were lonely.

The pain will always be in you — but you will not always be in pain.

There a lot of numbers you are going to pass for your life, Zero- is a born number One- is a lonely number Two- is a number of love Three- is a number of incomplete family Four- is a number of Family

The sky was dark blue twilight, pretty to look at but lonely to walk under.

The Spacefarer This account is true In event And of myself. Light years of traveling The darkness Have left only I, Writing on dumb screens Words too loud to voice. My thoughts strike The anvil of silence And no spark is made. I cower in the silence That crashes around me. I am frightened at my own being Hudded against controls That guide the ship Through seeds and stones of fire That does not warm me. No one who has not known it Can imagine the coldness Of the absence of the sun. We found no life That had shadows Or could speak to us. I grive for my kind, For landscapes and horizons, For the lusty life of animals. I hold myself in my arms. I drink my tears Because I cannot bear To lose them. The course is set But will I stay it? No being out of its world mould Can truly know the journey's end. I sing no more. I still my hope with my fear, I still my body Not to draw the eye of imagine fate. Will I dare this way again? My heart misses its wandering beat. I am bringing the treasured bodies Of my brothers Back to their birth planet. Will the Earth Race Be at home to us When I knock? Julie Holder

The time had finally come when she would have to accept the full power of the Starwife. No longer could she be just Ysabelle. Now she had a land to govern and all the daunting responsibilities that that entailed. The liberty she had experienced since the night she had escaped from the Ring of Banbha seemed to vanish. She was left stripped of her freedom, and only long years of a lonely reign stretched out before her.

The void inside me starts to fill, but my heart has holes, and whatever it holds will run out, leaving me empty once again.

The world is thinning and the earth...it's still spinning my world is thinning and it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

they have seen the likes of you before, they may be intrigued by the looks of you, but they know that you-like everyone else-will leave them in the end.

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

The worst distance between two people is misunderstanding

They don't know those places in me. Only he does. Only he has seen the darkness inside of me and turns into love and light.

They moved silently in each other's orbits, solitary planets in a lonely galaxy.

They were all so jovial and relaxed with one another, fraternal even. Maybe I was envious of that. They had lives—that was evident.

They left like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.

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.

To be me is to be different...

Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind.

To be lonely is to have lost the enjoyed fellowship with God

To be so lonely you told yourself you liked to be this way & almost believed it was true.

Tôi không đặt mua vé máy bay khi tôi đang thất vọng hay bế tắc. Tôi không tin một chuyến đi có thể cứu rỗi tôi. Không ai hay điều gì trên đời này có thể cứu tôi khỏi nỗi thất vọng hay bế tắc, ngoài chính bản thân tôi. Tôi chỉ đặt mua vé máy bay khi có giá rẻ.