Loneliness Quotes - Page 8

You never walk alone. Even the devil is the lord of flies.

This is what it is to love an artist: The moon is always rising above your house. The houses of your neighbors look dull and lacking in moonlight. But he is always going away from you. Inside his head there is always something more beautiful.

I don't know," she said. "We used to squabble a lot when we were going together and then engaged and everything, but I thought everything would be so different as soon as you were married. And now I feel so sort of strange and everything. I feel so sort of alone.

It suddenly struck me that Dawsey is a lonesome person. I think it may be that he has always been lonely, but he didn't mind before, and now he minds.

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there's one person who never ceased to love you - yourself.

Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water-it hurts like hell in the beginning, and then you go numb.

Happy?" asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. "Ah, you do not know what it is to be condemned to a life of pleasure.

Poverty only tries men's souls. It is loneliness that breaks the heart.

Loneliness will give you the greatest chance of ever having a beautiful relationship with another person.

Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.

I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.

Booksellers are the most valuable destination for the lonely, given the numbers of books written because authors couldn't find anyone to talk to.

She thought it must be a lonely life for a boy who hated books.

Let this little book be thy friend, if, owing to fortune or through thine own fault, thou canst not find a dearer companion.

...this blessing of loneliness was not really loneliness. Real loneliness was something unendurable. What one wanted when exhausted by the noise and impact of physical bodies was not no people but disembodied people; all those denizens of beloved books who could be taken to one's heart and put away again, in silence, and with no hurt feelings.

Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself.

It's the place built out of Man's ceaseless failure to overcome himself. Out of Man's endless war against himself we build our successes as well as our failures. Making it the city of all cities most like Man himself - loneliest creation of all this very old poor earth.

I'm not much but I'm all I have.

Maybe reading was just a way to make her feel less alone, to keep her company. When you read something you are stopped, the moment is stayed, you can sometimes be there more fully than you can in your real life.

It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.