Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
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Are the dead as lonesome as the living?

— Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
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More “Loneliness” Quotes

We shall find true happiness once you have learnt to accept your loneliness. — Adhish Mazumder
Bad habits are demons that often push us into isolation because they know that in our loneliness they stand little chanc — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
If you have a house but no home, you are homeless; knowledge but no wisdom, you are imprudent; acquaintances but no frie — Matshona Dhliwayo
She was a wonderful teenage girl who had the miraculous power to cure herself from any wound, either physical or mental. — Khadija Rupa, Unexpressed Feelings
He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night
[A]s though mindful of the wife of Lot, who looked back from behind him, thou deliveredst me first to the sacred garment — Héloïse d'Argenteuil, The Letters of Abélard and Héloïse
A woman who is willing to be herself and pursue her own potential runs not so much the risk of loneliness as the challen — Lorraine Hansberry
She shuffled with her head bowed, her dark eyes drifting to avoid contact, and she screamed in bed at night. (Dark City — Jim Fusilli
I believe that you control your destiny, that you can be what you want to be. You can also stop and say, 'No, I won't do — Leo Buscaglia
Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that. — Maggie Nelson, Bluets
The most beautiful things often stand alone. — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy is a buzzing maelstrom of quiet desperation. The shatter has been so — Radhika Mukherjee, Broken Shadows