Quotes Of Being Alone And Sad Novels & Stories

There were no words sufficient enough to encapsulate what he was feeling, he could only vocalize his emotions through his screams of pain. I pulled him close to lock him in an embrace but he pushed me away. I could see his swollen eyes and his hoarse voice slowly fading because of his harsh cries. I wanted to make him feel that he isn’t alone but maybe at times like this, it is better to be by himself. Sometimes we think that at times of pain and sadness we always need someone to be there with us, someone we could cling to. We often feel that way that we forget the power of solitude. Our capability of holding on to ourselves as we pick up our pieces from the ground. We often overlooked our p

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

‘So, you’re here alone. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. ‘In case your billionaire powers of observation have failed you, Portia and Josh are down there. They’re fully formed human beings. I’m not marooned on a desert island.’ ‘You know what I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Fine. If you mean, am I here alone, unattached, tragically single, a pathetic singleton surrounded by a sea of Valentine’s couples, then yes. Congratulations on your deduction. I am alone. Are you happy now?’

I whined, rolling from one side of the bed to the other, my thoughts in chaos. Sinking onto my bed, I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that enveloped me. A single tear escaped my tear ducts as my unrequited desires pressed down on me, suffocating me. And then, just as I was drowning in my own despair, a text message from Silvan appeared on my phone. "Isla, are you okay? I'm worried about you." His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a beacon of hope amidst the turmoil of my emotions. In the quiet solitude of my room, his message offered a comforting reminder that there were still those who cared for me.

'He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; Who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; Who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it; Who has left the world better than he found it, Whether an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; Who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; Whose life was an inspiration; Whose memory a benediction. Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You ha

Malèna Magdala ** It is a pain that is barely bearable that that which arises from regret. She establishes a distance between herself and her life, which nothing will be able to bridge, because what is done is done, and what has not been done can no longer be. Being alone really makes you realize that all you have is yourself. The real sadness of loneliness is that, far from being alone with you, you endure the worst company, the internalized presence of others, the law of the clan.

“You know what, Venom. I tend to cook or bake whenever I feel sad or lonely. After doing it and seeing the smile of people as they taste what I cooked gives me happiness.” “That means you feel lonely today, Miss Sophie?” “I always feel lonely. Even when I was still at my father’s house, I don’t even know why, but I always feel like I’m alone. Ever since my mother died, it feels like I was never whole again. There’s always something missing.” “I think I understand what you feel, Miss Sophie.” I looked at her. “Huh?”

She finally understood how important her mother had been to her. After the graduation ceremony, David rushed off to a hotel for a business meeting. He bowed and smiled, humbling himself for deals. Without Jasmine, every expense at home fell on his shoulders. After losing her, the only way he could numb the pain was to bury himself in endless work. His hair had gone mostly gray, but nothing he did could ease the anguish of losing Jasmine. Betty's college acceptance letter arrived. She had chosen a university as far away from home as possible. With that, only David would be left, alone in the house, facing the hollow silence that never left.

Tears started flowing from my eyes like a river. I’m ….. I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry. I lost everything. I lost you. I lost dad. I lost everything. I’m alone. I’m lonely mom. I’m too lonely.

I am shredded by the sharp razor of hurt I can no longer bleed anymore. Dear you, as you are reading this, I fear I might be kissing the last breathe of air of my sanity goodbye in any moment. Dear you, I feel like my days are being numbered in the land of the light. And dear you, I feel like if this darkness consumes me, I’ll be stuck in the dark forever. Alone, scared, lonely. Bare. **