Quotes about loneliness
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Bell Hooks photo

“At our age, loneliness can seem so permanent.”

Jonathan Tropper (1970) American writer

This is Where I Leave You

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“I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.”

Lawrence Durrell (1912–1990) British novelist, poet, dramatist, and travel writer

Source: Bitter Lemons of Cyprus

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“Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.”

Source: Dracula

Haruki Murakami photo
Richard Bach photo

“The opposite of loneliness, it's not togetherness. It is intimacy.”

The Bridge Across Forever (1984)

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Sigmund Freud photo

“Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.”

Source: Introduction à la psychanalyse

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“I've noticed that loneliness gets stronger when we try to face it down, but gets weaker when we simply ignore it.”

Paulo Coelho (1947) Brazilian lyricist and novelist

Source: The Witch Of Portobello

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Anaïs Nin photo
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Edward Gibbon photo
Edith Wharton photo
Murasaki Shikibu photo
Miguel de Unamuno photo
Nicholas Sparks photo
Roy Jenkins photo
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Roger Ebert photo

“There are few lonelier sights than a good comedian being funny in a movie that doesn't know what funny is.”

Roger Ebert (1942–2013) American film critic, author, journalist, and TV presenter

Review http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/wedding-crashers-2005 of Wedding Crashers (14 July 2005)
Reviews, Two star reviews

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Kóbó Abe photo
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Claude McKay photo

“I know the dark delight of being strange,
The penalty of difference in the crowd,
The loneliness of wisdom among fools”

Claude McKay (1889–1948) Jamaican American writer, poet

Complete Poems, University of Illinois Press, 2004, p. 348

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Rajiv Gandhi photo
William Glasser photo
Robert M. Pirsig photo
Alain de Botton photo
Wendell Berry photo

“Novelty is a new kind of loneliness.”

Wendell Berry (1934) author

"Healing".
What Are People For? (1990)

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Philip Roth photo
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“At least the mentor’s point was made: loneliness was psychological, not statistical.”

Brian W. Aldiss (1925–2017) British science fiction author

“Old Hundredth” p. 163
Short fiction, Who Can Replace a Man? (1965)

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Archibald Primrose, 5th Earl of Rosebery photo
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“If there was a problem connected with my being a lesbian, even after I became aware of it, it was the loneliness, the fact that I didn't know anybody else like me.”

Elsa Gidlow (1898–1986) Canadian-American poet

Word Is Out: Stories of Some of Our Lives (1977), as cited in Palmer, Chris, October 6, 1978, "' Word is Out' an important film on gays http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=we08AAAAIBAJ&sjid=Yi4MAAAAIBAJ&pg=3700%2C2698575", Bangor Daily News.

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Thomas Wolfe photo

“The surest cure for vanity is loneliness.”

Thomas Wolfe (1900–1938) American writer

The Anatomy of Loneliness (1941)

“Now and then, especially at night, solitude loses its soft power and loneliness takes over. I am grateful when solitude returns.”

Donald Hall (1928–2018) American writer

"Between Solitude and Loneliness," The New Yorker, October 15, 2016

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George Eliot photo
Haruki Murakami photo
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“Friendship needs no words — it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.”

Dag Hammarskjöld (1905–1961) Swedish diplomat, economist, and author

Variant translation: Friendship needs no words — it is a loneliness relieved of the anguish of loneliness.
Markings (1964)

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Frederick Douglass photo

“I was not more than thirteen years old, when in my loneliness and destitution I longed for some one to whom I could go, as to a father and protector. The preaching of a white Methodist minister, named Hanson, was the means of causing me to feel that in God I had such a friend. He thought that all men, great and small, bond and free, were sinners in the sight of God: that they were by nature rebels against His government; and that they must repent of their sins, and be reconciled to God through Christ. I cannot say that I had a very distinct notion of what was required of me, but one thing I did know well: I was wretched and had no means of making myself otherwise. I consulted a good old colored man named Charles Lawson, and in tones of holy affection he told me to pray, and to 'cast all my care upon God'. This I sought to do; and though for weeks I was a poor, broken-hearted mourner, traveling through doubts and fears, I finally found my burden lightened, and my heart relieved. I loved all mankind, slaveholders not excepted, though I abhorred slavery more than ever. I saw the world in a new light, and my great concern was to have everybody converted. My desire to learn increased, and especially, did I want a thorough acquaintance with the contents of the Bible”

Frederick Douglass (1818–1895) American social reformer, orator, writer and statesman

Source: 1880s, Life and Times of Frederick Douglass (1881), pp. 110–111.

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“When my mother left us, he [Stalin] was left completely alone. And I think what came next, in the late 30s and after the war in the 40s - I think that was a result of his complete loneliness on top of the world. Nobody would argue with him anymore.”

Svetlana Alliluyeva (1926–2011) daughter of Joseph Stalin

Stalin's daughter Lana Peters dies in US of cancer http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-15931683, BBC News, (29 November, 2011).

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“The whole problem of life, then, is this: how to break out of one's own loneliness, how to communicate with others.”

Cesare Pavese (1908–1950) Italian poet, novelist, literary critic, and translator

This Business of Living (1935-1950)

Joanna Newsom photo
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“I don't intend to share fate,
Fate which is a universal loneliness.”

Chairil Anwar (1922–1949) Indonesian poet

"Pemberian Tahu" ["A Proclamation"] (1946), p. 184
The Complete Poetry and Prose of Chairil Anwar (trans. Burton Raffel)

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Dag Hammarskjöld photo

“What makes loneliness an anguish
Is not that I have no one to share my burden,
But this:
I have only my own burden to bear.”

Dag Hammarskjöld (1905–1961) Swedish diplomat, economist, and author

Markings (1964)

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Ryū Murakami photo
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“My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.”

Khalil Gibran (1883–1931) Lebanese artist, poet, and writer

Sand and Foam (1926)

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“Already into the last week of October! The dying fall holds only loneliness. In the garden the chrysanthemums bloom, beautiful, peaceful, as they did a year ago, but the autumn leaves, falling one by one, only make me sad.”

Park Chung-hee (1917–1979) Korean Army general and the leader of South Korea from 1961 to 1979

Diary entry (October 1974), as quoted in The Two Koreas: A Contemporary History Revised and Updated http://books.google.com/books?id=yJZKpYXh2SAC&printsec=frontcover&dq=The+Two+Koreas:+A+Contemporary+History+revised+updated&hl=en&sa=X&ei=X-xvU5TRFPOisQSa34CIBA&ved=0CCsQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=already%20into%20the%20last%20week&f=false (2001), by Don Oberdorfer, p. 55.
1970s

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“I rail against writers who talk about the loneliness of it all — what do they want, a crowd looking over their typewriters? Or those who talk about having to stare at a blank page — do they want someone to write on it?”

Wilfrid Sheed (1930–2011) English-American novelist and essayist

"Come on, Big Boy — Let Me See Your Manuscript," review and interview by Herbert Gold, The New York Times (1987-08-02)

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“Obama’s manner in dealing with other people and acting in the world fully exemplifies the cheerful impersonal friendliness—the middle distance—that marks American sociability. (Now allow me to speak as a critic. Remember Madame de Staël’s meetings that deprive us of solitude without affording us company? Or Schopenhauer’s porcupines, who shift restlessly from getting cold at a distance to prickling one another at close quarters, until they settle into some acceptable compromise position?) The cheerful impersonal friendliness serves to mask recesses of loneliness and secretiveness in the American character, and no less with Obama than with anyone else. He is enigmatic—and seemed so as much then as now—in a characteristically American way…. Moreover, he excelled at the style of sociability that is most prized in the American professional and business class and serves as the supreme object of education in the top prep schools: how to cooperate with your peers by casting on them a spell of charismatic seduction, which you nevertheless disguise under a veneer of self-depreciation and informality. Obama did not master this style in prep school, but he became a virtuoso at it nevertheless, as the condition of preferment in American society that it is. As often happens, the outsider turned out to be better at it than the vast majority of the insiders…. Together with the meritocratic educational achievements, the mastery of the preferred social style turns Obama into what is, in a sense, the first American elite president—that is the first who talks and acts as a member of the American elite—since John Kennedy …. Obama's mixed race, his apparent and assumed blackness, his non-elite class origins and lack of inherited money, his Third-World childhood experiences—all this creates the distance of the outsider, while the achieved elite character makes the distance seem less threatening.”

Roberto Mangabeira Unger (1947) Brazilian philosopher and politician

Quoted in David Remnick, The Bridgeː The Life and Rise of Barack Obama (2010), p. 185-6
On Barack Obama

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“Why should it be my loneliness,
Why should it be my song,
Why should it be my dream
deferred
overlong?”

Langston Hughes (1902–1967) American writer and social activist

"Tell Me"
Montage of a Dream Deferred (1951)

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“Franz Kafka is dead.He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. "Come down!" they cried to him. "Come down! Come down!" Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. "I can't," he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. "Why?" they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. "Because then you'll stop asking for me." The people whispered and nodded among themselves. […] They turned and started for home under the canopy of leaves. Children were carried on their fathers' shoulders, sleepy from having been taken to see who wrote his books on pieces of bark he tore off the tree from which he refused to come down. In his delicate, beautiful, illegible handwriting. And they admired those books, and they admired his will and stamina. After all: who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of his loneliness? One by one families broke off with a good night and a squeeze of the hands, suddenly grateful for the company of neighbors. Doors closed to warm houses. Candles were lit in windows. Far off, in his perch in the trees, Kafka listened to it all: the rustle of the clothes being dropped to the floor, or lips fluttering along naked shoulders, beds creaking along the weight of tenderness. That night a freezing wind blew in. When the children woke up, they went to the window and found the world encased in ice.”

Source: The History of Love (2005), P. 187

Peter Porter photo

“We cannot know what John of Leyden felt
Under the Bishop's tongs – we can only
Walk in temperate London, our educated city,
Wishing to cry as freely as they did who died
In the Age of Faith. We have our loneliness
And our regret with which to build an eschatology.”

Peter Porter (1929–2010) British poet

"The Historians Call Up Pain", first collected in Once Bitten, Twice Bitten (1961); cited from Edward Lucie-Smith and Philip Hobsbaum (eds.) A Group Anthology (London: Oxford University Press, 1963) p. 83.