Lonlieness Quotes

“[He] made me feel lonely, and being alone with another person is much worse than being alone all by yourself.”
― Lindy West

“He wondered if there was anyone in the world who liked him. Liked him for himself alone.”
― Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

“Go, Annie," murmured he; "I have deceived myself, and must suffer for it. I yearned for sympathy, and thought, and fancied, and dreamed that you might give it me; but you lack the talisman, Annie, that should admit you into my secrets.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Artist of the Beautiful

“In today’s world, marked by a mental health epidemic and a loneliness epidemic, coupled with burnout and work stress, rising costs of living, and increasing inequality, Global Holistic Wealth Day is more essential than ever.”
― Keisha Blair

“When you finally make it, when you finally reach your level of greatness, the years of struggle that consumed you will all be swallowed up as if they were a moment in time. And you will come to realize that greatness was not the end result of being un-great, but that you demonstrated greatness every day along the way. #greatness”
― Tiffany Dorese Winfree

“Happiness? It was one of the saddest nights of my life, an ageless sadness that insinuated itself into the very heart of this new world and deepened slowly into anguish and agony. There she was sleeping, closer to me than anyone had ever been to me, exposed and available, utterly trusting, at my disposal to love, to look at, to touch, to explore, to enter: and yet, in that peaceful deep sleep more remote than any star, ungraspable, forever, apart. I knew her eyes and the inside of her mouth, her nipples in rest and arousal, every limb of her slight smooth body, every individual finger and toe; I could examine if I wished each secret hair. And yet it amounted to nothing, nothing at all. Our bodies had joined and turned and clasped, and shared the spasms of pleasure and of pain. But having touched, we were again separate; and in her sleep, as she smiled, or whimpered, or lay breathing quietly, she was as far from me as if we'd never met. I wanted to cry. But the ache was too deep to be relieved by tears.”
― André Brink, A Dry White Season