Best 1659 quotes in «lonely quotes» category

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness

...very lonely and, often, very unhappy, with the poignant misery that comes to lonely people who long to be social and cannot, somehow, step naturally and unselfconsciously into some friendly group

We all are individual and lonely, like stars which appear so close but millions of miles apart.

We all have our own road to walk. Whether rocky, curving, straight or smooth, what good is a lonely road? It’s when we run and intersect with other roads that defines our road. When road meets road do we get direction, and choices to cross into another life.

We all say we hate being misunderstood and how we desperately want to find people who understand us. But it is not lack of compatible people that keeps us lonely. There is no shortage of people on your journey. The real, secret obstacle that we have against finding authentic, genuine relationships with people is our subconscious fear of growth. If we stick around in the bin of broken toys playing the queen or the king, at least we get to feel some sense of accomplishment at being the most evolved person we know. To find our tribe means finding people we can learn from, people who are better at some things than we are, people who have something to teach. We say we want it, but how many of us fear being a beginner more than loneliness and much more than being in the wrong crowd? There is a strange comfort, a sense of safety, to suffering and loneliness. To be happy, to find our family, we must be willing to let that go.

We are creatures of rage and madness and bitter tears and we knew that from the start. Our end was disaster and we knew that from the start. We knew it all from the start.

We are not lonely, because we chose to be alone. We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.

Well, if you can accept that I’m a great big geeky fangirl, then I guess I can accept that you’re a skeptic and a realist.

We don't have to be alone to be lonely. Loneliness is about the quality of our connection with people.

We have to be alone, to know that we are everything!

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

We met at a cross-roads in life, But we were going different directions. We were part of each other's lives, But only for a moment. The first person that you meet in life Won't necessarily be the one who's forever. Just look at you and me, And it's not hard to see that This is the moment before life goes on. We are still friends; We are still really good friends. Please tell me that you agree. But I'm not the one for you, And you just can't see yourself with me.

We really never so important for people as much as we think and feel. Do not afraid to live and die alone. it is not a pity at all , its much better to live in fake relation and with people who do not love you and do not have respect and value of your love.

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

What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be? Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to...

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours? Would you go back to sleep then? I wake up each morning only to realize you're not by my side. And if this emptiness is nothing but a nightmare, let me wake up and go back to the time we were together...

What broke your heart so bad That you had to close every door, That you say you have a dark soul And can't utter the word 'love' anymore?

When darkness peeps, Daunting thoughts creeps, Loneliness strangles, 'Him' I seek, My vision goes bleak, My voice squeaks, The thoughts of my dream, A love, a hug, a kiss, a whisper, a song, a compliment, I am entangled. Slowly opening the knots... Saying it will be just fine. I close by eyes. Next darkness to sing the same rhyme.

What I want to know is how you go on when you look around and don’t see anywhere you want to go without the only person you can’t have.

When he got back to his rooms, in which for economy no fire had been lit, his heart sank. It was horribly cheerless. He began to loathe his lodgings and the long solitary evenings he spent in them. Sometimes he felt so lonely that he could not read, and then he sat looking into the fire hour after hour in bitter wretchedness.

When I look back at myself at age twenty, what I remember most is being alone and lonely. I had no girlfriend to warm my body or my soul, no friends I could open up to. No clue what I should do every day, no vision for the future. For the most part, I remained hidden away, deep within myself. Sometimes, I'd go a week without talking to anybody.

When you are surrounded by the people who do not see the world as you see it, you will be the loneliest of the lonely!

Where do you go when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? Where do you go when you're lonely? I'll follow you When the stars go blue.

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.

Why a unicorn? Maybe the unicorn, too, is one of the Men Without Women. I mean, I've never seen a unicorn couple. He -- it has to be a he, right? -- is always alone, sharp horn thrust toward the sky. Maybe we should adopt him as the symbol of Men Without Women, of the loneliness we carry as our burden. Perhaps we should sew unicorn badges on our breast pockets and hats, and quietly parade down streets all over the world. No music, no flags, no ticker tape. Probably.

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.

winter is no stranger to cold hearts.

With open eyes you see what's in the world But with closed eyes you see what is it in your HEART

With the holy touch of art, human life has become less lonely and more esthetical!

Would anyone notice if I just... left

Writing is such a lonely work that I try to keep myself cheered up.

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

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but i feel more lonely in a crowded room with boring people then i feel on my owm.

Years pass by swiftly and the hope within me wanes and fades away like a branch cut off from a tree. Will I ever find you? Will my heart ever rest upon your chest and hear the sound of your heartbeat? Thankful to the Gods above that you exist after all and I have finally found you. Will the doubts within me be erased completely when my eyes gaze upon yours as I witness you in flesh? Will my hands ever feel your warmth and caress your skin? Will my mouth ever taste your lips and indulge on the juices that flow from it? Will my heart caper scamper triumphantly at the joy of finding you? As the doubts and fears within me are silenced to death? Will I meet you? I wonder.

Yimello,' said Bernard finally, breaking the silence. 'Gesundheit?' I asked. 'It's a name for one of the colors that's invisible to us. Yimello," said Bernard. "There could also be glowl and novaly and replitz." 'Yes.' I nodded, stunned the kid could actually string together so many words at once. 'And, uh, don't forget the beautiful grynn, the luminous dulloff, or the subtle winooze.' Bernard's face lit up. He stood and started pacing the room, speaking quickly. 'Or salty, and insomnia, and carefree, and talkative, and lonely, and burnt, and punctual.' 'Some of my favorite colors,' I agreed, nodding. 'We could paint this room whisper. Or zigzag. Or maybe a nice shade of ignored and invisible.

You are alone, So alone, You speak back to silence. People call it loneliness, You call it solitude, Different words, Meaning the same pain.

You are far too amazing to be someone's backup. You're someone's first choice.

You are letting this feeling get cold, I cant blame you, you must know you are free to go... Don't you ever look back... If you wonder why it is because I wont be there.

You are my favourite part of me.

You better go alone, than with negative people!

You can be lonely in a crowd and crowded alone.

You can never feel lonely in nature!

You can never see me during my loneliest hours because I’m only lonely when you’re not around.

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

You can’t feel lonely if there’s no one else around. -Yamaguchi Kenji (Yamaken)

you don't have to be happy to spread happiness.

You don't have to be invisible to disappear.

You know that I love you quite a lot -- But sometimes... not. Sometimes not. I don't know why. I guess I Just hate you sometimes, Because sometimes I even hate myself, And she loves you.

You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.