And a rock feels no pain;And an island never cries.

It is better to be alone than to become a person that loses his soul to the fear of loneliness.

Two lovers, two islands that approach alone. (Deux amoureux, deux îles – Qui se rapprochent toutes seules.

We knit alone our life, before seeing by it our shroud. (Nous tricotons notre vie seule, Avant d’y voir notre linceul)

The truth hurts, only when it can heal.

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

No one should ever die alone. Rejoin the love of the goddess who made you. No longer a man, no longer a human, you must go as only your essence back to She who made you, into the womb of the Great Mother. You have again become a seed that will form into other lives...

They were almost never alone, and now that they almost-practically were, he felt kind of frantic for her attention.

I once stood on a road and found I had no friends. And I was glad. Better to have no friends than to have people claim they were your friends when they were not. It is a source of strength to come to terms with your right to be alone.

I think that is supposed to be good, that I get less from him but I feel worthless.

Nobody makes anybody enlightened.Just tell them what you want to say,then let them decide for themselves.

I fall in love with Paraíso. It’s like a giant playground where I’m never scolded for running around recklessly, where I’m almost overwhelmed with the amount of attention and love I receive from Mami’s family. In New York, I’m invisible.

Cos every breath is unbearably painful

If are alone then only you are alone !

Some mornings when I wake up, it takes a long time to remember who I am. Like, it takes a while for everything that’s happened in last month to download into my brain. It’s nice, not knowing. Even if it’s just for five minutes.

Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.

Ich kannte kaum jemanden in der Stadt. Niemanden, um genau zu sein. Ein paarmal hatte ich mich verliebt in ein Gesicht, aber ich hatte gelernt, solchen Gefühlen auszuweichen, bevor sie zu einer Bedrohung wurden. Ich hatte einige gescheiterte Beziehungen hinter mir und hatte mich, ohne wirklich einen Entschluss zu fassen, für den Moment mit meinem...

Even among familiar faces, people often feel invisible and desolate, like an island in cold waters or a shadow apart from the crowd. Be the reason another never feels alone.

No matter how close people get, they never reach each other. Including us now. Even now, there’s a place where each of us is alone.

THE TRUE CHARACTER OF A PERSON IN SEEN WHEN HE/SHE IS ALONE…

Her expression almost never changed. Made it hard to tell what she was thinking. But also made her seem separate from the rest of the world. It was like she lived so deep in the ocean even lightcouldn’t reach her. Like a fish that couldn’t see the dark lonely depths, because it was always dreaming...

Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worse type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the long run....

Don’t you realize the Internet is just a way for millions of sad people to be completely alone together?

Why did you take me down this road if you don’t want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?

It was as if I was in a picture, a flat canvas, and everything around me was flat, me painted on like everything else: no colour, nothing in front and nothing behind me, not even earlier today or tomorrow, nothing to look back or forward to, just this moment.

I saw myself dancing alone, always alone,

Her upbringing had given her an independence of mind that made her more like a girl of today than one of her own time – which was why she had walked out, and why she was not daunted by the prospect of being alone.

Never give importance to anyone more than yourself, because once that person becomes important, you become nothing….

I gave her love she gave me words to write

Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.

Just because you’re with someone, doesn’t mean you’re not alone.

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.

It doesn’t seem like you’re living a life, it’s almost like you’re travelling on a train with the destination unknown.You’re sitting on a seat near the window looking outside, imagining how things are there outside, how is it like to live in the houses that you pass by. And when you’re busy noticing the outside,...

But sometimes, when she’d be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she’d be afraid of her own shadow following her…

I, sometimes, fear that probably I’ll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I’ll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.

Everyone’s moving on without me, into a world I don’t understand.

There is nothing so moving – not even acts of love or hate – as the discovery that one is not alone.

People just don’t seem to get me. Don’t understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p’s and q’s will make everything all right. They haven’t got a clue.

To stand up on a stage alone with an acoustic guitar requires bravery bordering on heroism. Bordering on insanity.

When you walk alone, when everybody is against you, if you are sure with your ideas, walk strongly and proudly as if there is an army of angels by your side! ~

But it’s like no matter how much energy you pour into getting to the station on time, or getting on the right train, there’s still no guarantee that anybody’s gonna be there for you to pick you up when you get there.

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

Sentía como mi alma y mi corazón realmente lo necesitaba, querían a ese vengativo y odioso hombre más que nada, aquel chico que no me había dejado sola.

Everybody is a stranger, but that’s the danger in going my own way.

Things change after you die, though – I guess because dying is about the loneliest thing you can do.

When people complain of your complexity, they fail to remember that they made fun of your simplicity.

Sometimes isolation can be shared.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I’ve cried a few times, but mostly I’m empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.

She had found someone who matched her, a warrior and a shield. A man she could respect; one she could argue with and enjoy. She hadn’t wanted to lose that. Hadn’t wanted to be alone again.

To be of good quality, you have to excuse yourself from the presence of shallow and callow minded individuals.