Sadness resulting from being forsaken or abandoned

Usage examples of loneliness.

The loneliness of Usu Bay is something wonderful--a house full of empty rooms falling to decay, with only two men in it--one Japanese house among 500 savages, yet it was the only one in which I have slept in which they bolted neither the amado nor the gate.

I take my seat on a step of the stairs above the araucaria and, resting awhile with folded hands, I contemplate this little garden of order and let the touching air it has and its somewhat ridiculous loneliness move me to the depths of my soul.

Only the day he had been forced to leave the Baptist at Bethabara had he felt such loneliness, and even that did not compare to this.

But loneliness makes a cold bedfellow, she thought as she changed into her nightgown.

He wanted to pour out to her in torrents of self-pity all his unbearable loneliness and despair and warn her never to leave the boric acid or the aspirin in reach of the children or to cross a street against the traffic light.

Then later, when they dropped him from the Bugle Corps because he got the clap and nobody of his many friends stepped forward to go to bat for him and try to get him reinstated, this had increased his loneliness, but it also hardened his invulnerability.

They stood menacing and dark against the early-morning sky, stark, grim guardians of a once-hallowed place, with LongMeg, the outlier, conspicuous because of her greater height and what Capella, thought of as her loneliness.

He was, he said, an old codger set in his ways, and although lonely at times, he had adjusted to loneliness.

Hence it was the harder for Mr Cupples, in his loneliness, to do battle with his deep-rooted desires.

Others are driven to cybersex out of loneliness, dependency, anger, or a deep insatiable emptiness that demands to be filled.

She could almost see the vista of three eagles soaring on the wind currents above the nest containing the lone eaglet, hear its helpless cry, feel its loneliness.

But, on the other side of the river, there is a little house of that most unsuitable, frilled and goffered kind the Russians elect to build out here and the Escapee guesses, by its loneliness, it is the home of an exile such as he was, who will give us a welcome.

Beneath that as an evocation of existential loneliness, a Christian fable, a parable of the artist.

His spirit was as steady as a rock, as enduring as the earth, and like the flash of a light, the sight of his good, grey ugly face could always evoke for Eugene the whole wrought fabric of his life in the city, the whole design of wandering and return, with a thousand memories of youth and hunger, of loneliness, fear, despair, of glory, love, exultancy and joy.

And suddenly it seemed to her that she knew all these lonely, strange, and unknown watchers of the night, that she was speaking to them, and they to her, across the fields of sleep, as they had never spoken before, that she knew men now in all their dark and naked loneliness, without falseness and pretence as she had never known them.