Lonely Quotes - Page 2

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

If it’s about me, I can be assured that there will be a bunch of empty chairs in the auditorium of my life; save the one I’m sitting in.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

Would anyone notice if I just... left

Always remember that you were once alone, and the crowd you see in your life today are just as unecessary as when you were alone.

He could have been invisible and it wouldn’t have made a difference to them. He didn’t care, so long as he felt at ease, which was his original intention. He wasn’t there to make friends, nor did he want to.

If You Love me..--Your love drove metowards the live volcanowhere i will be burnt and destroyedOn your fake promises I made castles on air Oh! ! ! I was throwingsome pearls in desertwhere oasis has value Pearls have no value just remember I am an oceanyou are only a boat for a boat to explore oceanlove need to be daring, desperate If You love mePlant a seed of truthmake me part of your missingJust If you Love me.........

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.

You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you’re the house where people come and go as they please, because you’re simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn’t let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You’re still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn’t have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there, apathetic like a beggar in the desert.

..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.

It is a lonely thing, remembering for someone else.

How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness.

and sadness clung to mebecause she did not knowhow to be alone.

It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home.

Sometimes I sit and stare out at the people walking by, wondering if they’ve felt as I’ve felt, trapped, alone, but guiltily content in the knowledge that I will never know another’s thoughts, and therefore can feel special due to my unique loneliness.

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

I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else. I will never feel the pressure of peers or the burden of parental expectation. I can view everyone as pieces of a whole, and focus on the whole, not the pieces. I have learned to observe, far better than most people observe. I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present because that is where I am destined to live.

All these people moving through life, all around me, and no one, not a single person, knows what I'm going through.

I am a knight riding from tower to tower seeking a princess to rescue but all the dragons are slain, the towers are empty and the princesses taken.

I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

Everyone’s searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.

I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?

You don't understand," Alecto replied vacantly. "It isn't that I want to die... I just don't want to exist.

He could not fit in my imagination and I was not fit for his Real and the conflict between imagination and real sadly made us apart

I know I've got no reason to be crying;I know that there is nowhere left to run.I know that there's no reason to be hiding,I'm just mad at everyone; mad at everyone.

I don't have to kill myself, living my life is just the same.

It was a strange moment, like when you get sad after sex, and it feels like it's too late in the afternoon, even if it's morning, or night, and you turn away from the other person, and they turn away from you, and you lie there, and when you turn back towards them you can both see each other's moles. Usually there seem to shadows from Venetian blinds all across your legs.

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 lifeWon't necessarily be the one who's forever.Just look at you and me,And it's not hard to see thatThis 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.