Tired Being Alone Quotes Novels & Stories

Cathy's gaze drifted across the faces of her former friends, and she felt a pang of despair. Her words might as well have been whispers in the wind—no one was listening. The distance between them yawned like a chasm, and for the first time since losing her mom, Cathy felt a crushing, suffocating loneliness. ‘Alone.’

Olivia: I really don't like those Ash: All right, I see Olivia: I'm just so tired Olivia: And sorry, Had a bad day Ash: It's okay Ash: Where are you? Olivia: I'm in my bathroom like the last time Olivia: I was about to go and washup Olivia: Sorry I'm emotions are all over the place Olivia: I'm just tired and lonely Olivia: I'm tired of being lonely Olivia: I don't know why I'm telling you this Ash: I'm here. You’re not alone

Of all the things he could’ve said…. That’s what he chose. “Fine,” I sat tiredly, irritation rising fast, sharp enough to cover everything else I don’t want to deal with. “I’m the loneliest person on this damn planet. Sue me.” My fingers curl slightly at my sides. It’s not my fault. In my life people don’t just… stick, Conversations end and connections fade. Life just moves on and somehow I always end up back in the same place alone no matter how hard I fight it, it always pulls me back.

These people always have a great fun by teasing others no one shows interest to do friendship with me infact I too don't have any interest to do friendship with anyone I love to keep myself mysterious I never let someone to enter into my boundaries the one they think is not me I know what I'm but there is no need to others to know about me Loneliness is my partner calmness is my soul Lonely are the nights Lonely are the days Lonely am I, in so many ways Lonely are the seasons Lonely are the years So lonely am I that brings tears Lonely is this place Lonely is my life Lonely am I,that I reach for a knife Lonely is this court room Lonely is my sentence So lonely am I that ask for repentance .

My eyes had finally gone dry, but that was when the real pain began. I was turning into a husk, a shadow of myself. But I was sick of being alone in that room with my punishing thoughts and painful depression. Above all, I was tired. Tired of keeping my eyes open because it hurt, tired of keeping my eyes closed because of the flashbacks. Tired of trying to even take care of myself. Tired of thinking. Tired of the pain that was destroying me inside. Tired of feeling abandoned and lonely.

Her soul, aching. Empty. And finally… alone. Truly, devastatingly alone.

"no i think God never written true friendship in my destiny , it not only that whenever i become attach to someone in the end they all leave me , i was always a loner from my childhood . you know sometime i would feel so lonely i would cry secretly , i never had anyone to share my sadness or secrets with some one . i would be so alone. .but i would always tell my self that i will find a true companion in my husband one day and then i would never feel lonely . ....... but i think i was wrong i will be alone my entire life . he was quite and was listening to my each word for the first time i saw expression on his face and it was pain . i lone tear escape from my eye i hurridley wipe it away

“I bet you’re never lonely. It’s hard to be lonely when you have everything you could dream of or want. All you have to do is walk over and tell a servant something and you'll have what you desire in just a few short moments.” “You’d so lose that bet. I don’t have everything I want. What I want is to be accepted for myself.” He replied with a sad smile. Me too. “There’s many times that I am surrounded by rooms full of people, but I feel like I’m the only one there. It can be frustrating and irritating.” Really? “You seem surprised to hear this?”

Some work has to be done alone. Even when—especially when—it's terrifying. I text him at the end of the day: "I'm proud of you for giving me space today. I know that was hard." His response: "Hardest thing I've done all week. But you were right. I need to learn to be alone with myself. Even when it's uncomfortable." "We both do." "Yeah. We both do." And somehow, that shared acknowledgment makes the loneliness a little more bearable. Not easy. Not comfortable.

"No one will miss you." The phrase bounced around in my head; the rest of her words and medical jargon faded into the background. All I heard was, "No one will miss you." I knew she was right. But the last air in my lungs was knocked out by that single, simple sentence. I was hollow. No wolf. No mate. No friends. No one. Nothing. All alone in a world that wouldn't miss me when I was gone.