I hope somebody cares because I sure don't. I sure don't. Not anymore. I'm ashamed to go around my family. I'm too embarrassed to confide in my friends. Outside of work I don't have a life.
Mary B. MorrisonTags: loneliness
In a world filled with people, some happy, others like me, I feel so all alone.
Mary B. MorrisonTags: loneliness
I can wade Grief—
Whole Pools of it—
I'm used to that—
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet—
And I tip—drunken—
Let no Pebble—smile—
'Twas the New Liquor—
That was all!
Tags: poetry loneliness joy emotion grief ocean
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
William ShakespeareTags: melancholy loneliness
Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Tags: poetry loss loneliness influence
The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.
Mitch AlbomTags: loneliness self-pity
We have talked about Suzy and about her last days, but it's as if our lives stopped then and there. If I say anything to him about feeling lonesome, he goes outside and does some little chore. I can't tell if he is secretly blaming me, or himself, or just too full of pain to talk. That was the one thing we could always do together. I wish for the old days. I wish for the struggling days and the days of Geronimo, and the days of birthing Charlie with no one but Jack to help me. How happy and in love we were then. I want to be in love again, but all I feel is darkness and shadows. Everything is changed and different
Nancy E. TurnerTags: life sadness death communication loneliness marriage depression
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self.
May SartonTags: contentment solitude loneliness
Consider A Move
The steady time of being unknown,
in solitude, without friends,
is not a steadiness that sustains.
I hear your voice waver on the phone:
Haven't talked to anyone for days.
I drive around. I sit in parking lots.
The voice zeroes through my ear, and waits.
What should I say? There are ways
to meet people you will want to love?
I know of none. You come out stronger
having gone through this? I no longer
believe that, if I once did. Consider a move,
a change, a job, a new place to live,
someplace you'd like to be. That's not it,
you say. Now time turns back. We almost touch.
Then what is? I ask. What is?
Tags: solitude loneliness moving
No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.
Joseph ConradTags: loneliness dream subjective-experience
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