Virginia Woolf Quotes

Don't ye know that ev'ry Soul on Earth feels itself to be an Orphan?

I think that we're all totally isolated beings and always will be.

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.

We're all in this alone.

Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.

It would be really wonderful if people connected to the loneliness of what it means to be a human being in the world today.

This great misfortune - to be incapable of solitude.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

We're all alone in this world.

We're all outsiders in a way. We're all alone and can become very lonely.

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, and he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.

At the narrow passage there is no brother and no friend

Sometimes I'm not into being a human.

I am Manuel. I have lived in the loneliness which is common to all men, but the difference is that I have known it. Now it is necessary for me, as it is necessary for all men, to die in this same loneliness, and I know that there is no help for it.

He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever it was would certainly awaken soon.

The more man realises his humanity, the lonelier he feels.

He spoke of human solitude, about the intrinsic loneliness of a sophisticated mind, one that is capable of reason and poetry but which grasps at straws when it comes to understanding another, a mind aware of the impossibility of absolute understanding. The difficulty of having a mind that understands that it will always be misunderstood.

I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time.

Humans are almost always lonely.

I started to see human beings as little lonesome, water based, pink meat, life forms pushing air through themselves and making noises that the other little pieces of meat seemed to understand. I was thinking to myself, 'There's five billion people here but we've never been more isolated.' The only result of the aggressive individualism we pursue is that you lose sight of your compassion and we go to bed at night thinking, 'Is this all there is?' because we don't feel fulfilled.

When men struggle for the single life God has given them ... even their own kind seem no more than the beasts of the wood.