#loneliness

I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends. ↗

— Vincent Van Gogh

#loss #moving-forward #solitude #the-yellow-house #life

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#solitude #bad

...until that moment I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#loss #strangers #life

It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us. ↗

— Jackson Pearce

#emotions #emptiness #empty #fathomless #jackson-pearce

Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that, for me, is based on insecurity, self-esteem and loneliness. ↗

— Naomi Campbell

#based #deeper #insecurity #issue #loneliness

I sought my father in the world of the black musician, because it contained wisdom, experience, sadness and loneliness. I was not ever interested in the music of boys. From my youngest years, I was interested in the music of men. ↗

— Eric Clapton

#black #contained #ever #experience #father

Acting is the greatest answer to my loneliness that I have found. ↗

— Claire Danes

#answer #found #greatest #i #loneliness

The house is eerily quiet. All this time I thought silence would be a welcome reprieve, but it's less comforting than I imagined. The house feels so much bigger and colder than it ever has. ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#loneliness #loss #imagination

I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#imagination

Durum semolina, golden wheat wafting in Italian fields. Can you imagine how astonished the Italians would be if they knew that what they were exporting in 1971 was really loneliness ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#imagination