“Why wouldn't I be able to look at you? You're not my woman and I don't even have feelings for you. You really mean nothing to me now.”
Lonely feeling
Lonely Quotes — page 160 of 309
“People might love themselves with the most entire and unbounded affection, and yet be extremely miserable.”
“Whether the type of old sea captain that I have portrayed in my stories is gone forever, is a question. Certainly each summer I find that the ranks have perceptibly thinned. The longshore captain is still there, many of the men who are not any older than myself, but their viewpoint is not that of a man who sailed his square rigged ship out one morning with China as his destination.”
“Kids own nothing. Everything is either promised, borrowed, longed for or exaggerated.”
“Men are more evanescent than pictures, yet one sorrows for lost friends, and pictures are my friends. I have none others. I am never long enough with men to attach myself to them; and whatever feelings of attachment I have are to material things.”
“Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .”
“Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.”
“O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings”
“I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.”
“Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.”
“She didn't mean to be unkind, why she even woke me up to say good-bye.”
“And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend.”
“A woman spent all Christmas Day in a telephone box without ringing anyone. If someone comes to phone, she leaves the box, then resumes her place afterwards. No one calls her either, but from a window in the street, someone watched her all day, no doubt since they had nothing better to do. The Christmas syndrome.”
“Was it not his Self, his small, fearful and proud Self, with which he had wrestled for so many years, but which had always conquered him again, which appeared each time again and again, which robbed him of happiness and filled him with fear?”
“Sometimes it's blood memory... not the blood your mother and father gave you... but that which stretches back two or three thousand years.”
“We are all searching for someone, that special person, who will provide what's missing in our lives -- One who can offer companionship, assistance or security. And sometimes when we can search very hard who can provide us with all three. Yes, we are all searching for someone. And if we can't find them we can only pray they find us.”
“Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don't really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.”
“Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.”
“Tranquility, allied to loneliness, possessed no charms.”
“Unhappy man! Do you share my maddness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!”