The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.
The eternal quest of the individual human being is to shatter his loneliness.
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
—Arthur C. Clarke
Loneliness is the ultimate poverty.
Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.
Keep in mind that to avoid loneliness, many people need both a social circle and
an intimate attachment. Having just one of two may still leave you feeling lonely.
The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
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 this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.
Loneliness is my least favorite thing about life. The thing that I’m most worried about is just being alone without anybody to care for or someone who will care for me.
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
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.
Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.
My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication—it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness—it is all that I have—and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.
Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering—and it’s all over much too soon.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.
What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.
All great and precious things are lonely.
—John Steinbeck (East of Eden)
The surest cure for vanity is loneliness.
The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.
Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.
If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.
Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.
Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship—but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
Hollywood is loneliness beside the swimming pool.
But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
Loneliness is a long, unbearable pain….There was never a place for me in the scheme of things….I had become a living fantasy on a theme in dark, endless dirges….I made another world, and real men would enter it and they would never really get hurt at all in the vivid, unreal laws of the dream. I caused dreams which caused death. This is my crime.
Online communities are an expression of loneliness.
When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that’s when I think life is over.