Quotes about Loneliness
Each of us struggles daily with the pressures of conformity and the loneliness of difference from which those choices seem to offer escape.
— Audre Lorde
He never felt lonliness except when he was happy.
— Ayn Rand
God desires that man should be. God does not wish to be alone. The meaning of existence is the conquest of loneliness, the acquisition of kinship and nearness.
— Nikolai Berdyaev
If you love, you will suffer. The only way to protect yourself against suffering is to protect yourself against love - and that is the greatest suffering of all, loneliness.
— Peter Kreeft
The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty—it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. There's a hunger for love, as there is a hunger for God.
— Mother Teresa
The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty—it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. There's a hunger for love, as there is a hunger for God.
— Mother Teresa
The events of the past year had drawn him out into lonelier and more dangerous theological territory, but there was a newfound freedom and a faith that bloomed in this situation. He knew that God was with him in a way he couldn't have known before, so his fear of Rome, if ever any had existed, had vanished.
— Eric Metaxas
I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.
— Graham Greene
All, Pyle? Wait until you're afraid of living ten years alone with no companion and a nursing home at the end of it. THen you'll start running in any direction, even away from that girl in the red dressing-gown, to find someone, anyone, who last until you are through.
— Graham Greene
Even Vacancy was crowded with her.
— Graham Greene
The dead were to be envied. It was the living who had to suffer from loneliness and distrust.
— Graham Greene
Terror was always just behind her shoulder: she was wasted by the effort of not turning round. She dressed up her fear, so that she could look at it—in the form of fever, rats, unemployment. The real thing was taboo—death coming nearer every year in the strange place: everybody packing up and leaving, while she stayed in a cemetery no one visited, in a big aboveground tomb.
— Graham Greene