Quotes Tagged "loneliness"

So I died many times that year. In the cold, in the storm, on the run or on the drunk for my heart did not want to beat but kept on beating anyway and my pain was as real as real can be, and I tried to learn and deal and run and feel but nothing really worked. I built a comfortable home in my sorrow and settled into a quiet living. No sparks or grand gestures, just a simple daily hymn to comfort. The leaves fell off the trees and coloured this city in all kinds of pretty, and some days that was enough to make me smile at least a little bit, within.

We all go through hard times in life. It’s a part of being alive and it's the reality we all have to deal with. There are times we forget our value as a person because we are so blinded with these thoughts of loneliness, emptiness and ego. Somewhere along the road we become numbed with all the frustrations and dissatisfaction. But life itself isn't always about darkness and sadness, Life is also filled with colors and that makes it beautiful. Along this path of darkness there's always light waiting to be seen by our daunted hearts. Our heart is gifted to see this light. It may be hiding behind those circumstances that we encounter; in a stranger we just met at an unexpected place; a family who has been always there but you just ignored because of your imperfect relationship with them; it might be a long time friend you have or a friend you just met. Open your heart and you will see how blessed you are to have them all in your life. Sometimes they are the light that shines your path in some dark phases of life. Don't lose hope

Alone: for the first time I understood the terrible significance of that word. Alone without a witness, without anyone to speak to, without refuge. The breath in my body, the blood in my veins, all this hurly-burly in my head existed for nobody.

Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.

My love is present wherever life takes you, Whoever you are with and whatever you are doing. Just close your eyes and think of me and I will be there. Life has its plans that we mostly know nothing about, It takes away some people and brings to us others. Sometimes we can't be where we would like to be, where our heart is yearning to be, with the ones we love so, so much, We may call it destiny, fate, kismet. Whatever it is, we must try to accept that it's part of a greater plan, And someday when we least expect it, God will send us the answers.

Life is a helluva journey. You face situations. You meet people. You try to understand situations. You try to understand people. But you will never ever be able to understand people. You will never ever be able to understand why some things happen. You feel you desperately need someone to support. But you won't find any support. You feel you need an anchor amidst the unpredictably nature of life. But there won't be an anchor. And you will feel your feet are losing their balance. You will feel you are falling down. You will feel the weight of life pulling you down. And you are drowning in the ocean. And you are shouting for help. But nobody can hear you because everybody is busy living their life to listen to you. You thus give up on people. You lose faith in people. You lose faith on life. You just go on living life without feeling anything. You live life in a state of numbness and indifference. And then one day you look at yourself in the mirror, and you have become a stranger to yourself!

ঐ নিয়ন্তা হাতটির ইশারায় বসেছি তখন সে-তটে মৎস্য-শিকারে রত, পশ্চাতে বিরান তেপান্তর আমার জমি কি নেব না গুছিয়ে আমি অন্ততঃ? লন্ডন ব্রিজ ভেঙে প’ড়ে যায় ভেঙে প’ড়ে যায় ভেঙে প’ড়ে যায় সে সেই অনলে লুকাল তাদের পুড়ে যা করবে শুদ্ধ অতঃপর কবহুঁ ভইব দোয়েল-সমান—দোয়েল দোয়েল বোনটি ভাঙা কেল­ায় আকিতেইনের রাজার কুমার কাঁদে প্রলয় আমার ঠেকিয়েছি এই খোলামকুচির বাঁধে তথাস্তু, হবে ব্যবস্থা তব। খেপেছে হিয়েরোনিমো পুনরায়। দত্ত। দয়ধ্বম্। দাম্যত। শান্তিঃ শান্তিঃ শান্তিঃ

সচেতন একজন দায়িত্বশীল নিগ্রোর কাছে অনেক ক্ষমতা ভয়ার্ত? দায়িত্বশীল নিগ্রোরা কি দৌড়চ্ছে ভয়ার্ত হয়ে? আমার বোধগম্য হচ্ছে আমার বিরুদ্ধে আইনী ব্যবস্থা নেয়া হবে। এবং তুমি বলছো তোমার পক্ষে সম্ভব হবে না পনেরো’শ জাতীয় পুরুষ রক্ষীকে ঠেকানো ফলে তুমি আমার দুঃখী কালো সত্তার সবখানি ছাল ছাড়াবে। (কোনো সন্দেহ নেই আমি তোমার পুরুষাঙ্গ উচ্ছেদ করে ফেলেছি) ডিনামাইট তোমাদের নজরে পড়েছে আর তোমরা নিজেরা পুলিশকে বলে দিয়েছো। তোমাদের জিভ ছিঁড়ে ফেলা হবে কেননা তোমাদের বুদ্ধি নেই তা সামলাবার। তুমি না ঘুরে দাড়িয়ে সহনশীলতা শেখাচ্ছ কী করে আমি সহ্য করবো জেনোসাইড আমার কাপ পূর্ণ এবং তুমি তো জানো আমাদের কোনো সামর্থ্য নেই বাসনা চরিতার্থ করায় দেরি করতে। আমি শুধু চাই প্রত্যয়ী হয়ে নিজেকে ঘোষণা করতে এমনকি আমি চাই তুমিও নিজেকে আবার দাবি করো কিন্তু বার বার আমার মনে হচ্ছে হে দায়িত্ববান নিগ্রো তোমার মৃত্যু হচ্ছে আমার নিজের সত্তাকে দাবি করার প্রথম পদক্ষেপ এটা খুবই দুঃখের আমি সাধারণ ভাবে এখন থামতাম কিংবা কাঁদতাম কিন্তু সন্ধ্যা ঘনিয়ে আসছে এবং আমাকে সমঝোতায় বসতে হবে আমার নিজস্ব গোষ্ঠির মানুষের স্বাধীনতার জন্যে। আমি একাকী নই আমি একাকী নই শুধু ঘুমুচ্ছি একেবারেই একা। তুমি জানো আমি ভীতু কিন্তু আমি একজন প্রাপ্তবয়স্ক মহিলা আমি কান্না বা সেরকম কিছু করি না। আমার একটি বড় বিছানা আছে যাতে আমি ঘুরপাক খেতে পারি এবং এতে অনেক জায়গা রয়েছে। আমি কোনো স্বপ্ন দেখি না খারাপ স্বপ্ন দেখি না আগের মতো যে তুমি আমাকে ছেড়ে চলে যাবে। এখন যেহেতু তুমি চলে গেছো ফলে আমি কোনো স্বপ্ন দেখি না এবং তুমি যা কিছুই ভাবো না আমি একাকী নই শুধু ঘুমুচ্ছি একেবারেই একা।

And I knew in my bones that Emily Dickinson wouldn't have written even one poem if she'd had two howling babies, a husband bent on jamming another one into her, a house to run, a garden to tend, three cows to milk, twenty chickens to feed, and four hired hands to cook for. I knew then why they didn't marry. Emily and Jane and Louisa. I knew and it scared me. I also knew what being lonely was and I didn't want to be lonely my whole life. I didn't want to give up on my words. I didn't want to choose one over the other. Mark Twain didn't have to. Charles Dickens didn't.

Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist, except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice.

Know that you will eventually have to leave everything behind; the writing will demand it of you.

This was what I came to found. The conquest of loneliness was the missing link that was one day going to make a decent novelist out of me. If you are out here and cannot close off the loves and hates of all that back there in the real world the memories will overtake you and swamp you and wilt your tenacity. Tenacity stamina... close off to everything and everyone but your writing. That s the bloody price. I don t know maybe it's some kind of ultimate selfishness. Maybe it's part of the killer instinct. Unless you can stash away and bury thoughts of your greatest love you cannot sustain the kind of concentration that breaks most men trying to write a book over a three or four year period.

I’ve always loved the night, when everyone else is asleep and the world is all mine. It’s quiet and dark—the perfect time for creativity.

I may grow tender, walking alone in the blue cool of evening, through some garden fresh with flowers after the benediction of the rain; My poor big devil of a nose inhales April and so I follow with my eyes where some boy, with a girl upon his arm, passes a patch of silver. And...I wish I had a woman too, walking with little stops under the moon, and holding my arm so, and smiling. Then I dream - and I forget… And then I see the shadow of my profile on the wall!

People who do a job that claims to be creative have to be alone to recharge their batteries. You can’t live 24 hours a day in the spotlight and remain creative. For people like me, solitude is a victory.

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

The moments spent with the beloved are Why, today, there is a loneliness The eyes that illuminated this world Are now gone to light up this sheer darkness

No one full, ever knew how to fill.

She has always been fascinated with silence. For in silence she could sit and breathe nothing but the truth. She senses all the unexpressed feelings, the unsaid words, and the rotten untold stories in her chest. For in silence she embraces her solitude, she puts her pieces back together and creates a world of her own where she’ll always choose to live in and simply enjoy …

愛，這世間，曾存有過這樣的感情，曾讓你在瞬間感受到自己絕對的不完整，感受到生命本然的孤獨，感受到對對方「非如此不可」的劇烈激情。