Rachel Cohn Quotes

It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to ask who "every one" was. For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances? I was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

I felt very alone in Hollywood.

Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

I don't like being alone.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.

I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

It's lonely up here.

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough

But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.

I am Manuel. I have lived in the loneliness which is common to all men, but the difference is that I have known it. Now it is necessary for me, as it is necessary for all men, to die in this same loneliness, and I know that there is no help for it.

A lone walker is both present and detached, more than an audience but less than a participant. Walking assuages or legitimizes this alienation.

So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes. But why should he kill himself for their sakes? Food was pleasant; the sun hot; and this killing oneself, how does one set about it, with a table knife, uglily, with floods of blood, - by sucking a gaspipe? He was too weak; he could scarcely raise his hand. Besides, now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.

You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who'd believe in this character then?

Loneliness Got a mind of its own The more people around The more you feel alone

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth.

It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that everyone was forsaking me and going away from me.

I was more alone than if I had been alone.

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.

Solitude does not consist in living alone; it consists in living with others, with people who take no interest in you.

I feel like a visitor that got left behind by his ride.