Loneliness Quotes - Page 13

We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

In all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other.

Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.

If you don't Understand the color of Darkness and Loneliness Then you must be Blind

Is this how it is for a species that senses it is going extinct? Is there a feeling of loneliness, or unease, each morning, upon awakening?

Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat ... drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost ...

[Dreams]

The Girl does not dream. The Girl has never dreamed.

Dreams were frail things, when all was said, and loneliness the only certainty.

You know that feeling of relief as soon as you wake up from a bad dream? That is what I feel as soon as I fall asleep.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.

Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books; and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests.

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free?

When you lose your freedom, you lose, first and foremost, the opportunity to choose the company you keep.

They say love is all about raging hormones. For me, it's mind's way of breaking through its self-imposed limitations in order to set the eternally ecstatic soul free.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Then, as tonight, he had felt lonely, but soon had learnt the bounty of such loneliness. The music had breathed to him its message, to him alone amongst these ordinary folk, whispered its gentle secret. And now the star. Across the shoulders of these people a voice was speaking to him in a tongue that he alone could understand".

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

We are a singularity that makes music out of noise because we must hurry. We make a harvest of loneliness and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos.

No one realized that, being left out in the cold, I was also very much in the dark.

A waltz begins, that floating, sweet rhythm. The fiddle is plaintive. A few minutes ago she was at least pleasantly contented. Now certain of the notes dip into her like ladles and come up full of loneliness. The people in the room recede. They are strangers, every one.