Soren Kierkegaard Quotes

I always had a weird thing with being the last person somewhere... like a movie theater or a classroom. I get a weird sense of anxiety.

The idea of feeling isolated is scary to me - to walk through the world alone would be heartbreaking.

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

Just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world.

All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.

All of society is built to prop up that lie, the whole world a big, noisy puppet show meant to distract us from the fact that at the end, you'll die, and you'll probably be alone.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

Deep within every human being there still lives the anxiety over the possibility of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the millions and millions in this enormous household. One keeps this anxiety at a distance by looking at the many round about who are related to him as kin and friends, but the anxiety is still there, nevertheless, and one hardly dares think of how he would feel if all this were taken away.

Everything about life makes me lonely.

Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.

He liked the loneliness of inner space, the sense of being forgotten by the world.

And wasn't it terrible, how much he looked forward to those moments, so much so that sometimes even a ride by himself on the subway was the best part of the day? Wasn't it terrible that after all the work one put into finding a person to spend one's life with, after making a family with that person, even in spite of missing that person...that solitude was what one relished the most, the only thing that, even in fleeting, diminished doses, kept one sane?

The world is a navy in an empty ocean.

Something like fear chilled me as I sat there in the small hours alone-I say alone, for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realise.

What remains is solitude.

The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen, nor strayeth far from his bed; The short days pass unwelcomed one by one.

No one in the modern world is more lonely than the writer with a literary conscience.

He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.

He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds-that loneliness which was for both of them the truth about things.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.