Anita Elberse Quotes

Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.

I didn't like not having work and not having people return my calls.

There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

You watch award shows, and not only are you not nominated, but you're not a presenter and haven't been invited to any of the parties.

Far from 'rotting my brain,' as I was often told would happen, TV helped me feel less alone at a time when I spent so much time alone.

If people are watching television by themselves, it makes them part of a community of people laughing.

Men who no longer can make sure of the reality which they feel and experience through talking about it and sharing it with their fellow-men, live in the same nightmare of loneliness and uncertainty which, in a normal world, is the terrible fate of insanity.

Maybe the biggest problem with loneliness is that we walk around thinking we're the only ones suffering from it.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

Isolation must precede true society.

Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.

But I wouldn't recommend writing. You can be a successful writer and never meet another soul. I'm not sure that's a good thing.

The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.

I need people to call me, I never remember to call anyone - otherwise I'll just sit in my house and listen to music all day.

Writers are a loosely knit community - community is an overstated word. Writers don't see each other very much.

Befriending provides a valuable lifeline to many people who feel isolated in their communities often as a result of ill health or poverty. I would like to thank all those who volunteer as befrienders and I hope that your numbers will increase in coming years. Your kindness and hard work is, I know, very much appreciated by those you help.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

Every time my dreams threaten to become reality, something always happens and I end up alone.

it is the ordinary lot of people to have no friends if they themselves care for nobody

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

In a letter from Bath to her sister, Cassandra, one senses her frustration at her sheltered existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.

Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.