“I'm left, you're right, and she's gone. You're right, and I'm left all alone.”
Lonely feeling
Lonely Quotes — page 209 of 309
“I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.”
“You cannot protect your solitude if you cannot make yourself odious.”
“As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.”
“No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.”
“One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.”
“Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.”
“If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing.”
“Pursued by our origins... we all are.”
“The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.”
“We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job.”
“Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.”
“We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—”
“A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides”
“I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.”
“A dim capacity for wings demeans the dress I wear.”
“There is a solitude of space. A solitude of sea. A solitude of death, but these societies shall be compared with that profounder site-that polar privacy. A soul admitted to itself--Finite infinity.”
“Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now.”
“If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.”
“They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.”