A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.

I’m not like themBut I can pretend

In all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

One day, your beauty will manifest in someone’s eye.

I’ve always loved the night, when everyone else is asleep and the world is all mine. It’s quiet and dark—the perfect time for creativity.

It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.

Twilight whippoorwill…Whistle on, sweet deepenerOf dark loneliness

Can you be alone without being lonely? Can you spend time by yourself without craving noise or company of other people? Have you discovered the glory of quiet time spent alone, time spent listening to...

People say they are alone. But to whom do they say that? (Les gens disent qu’ils sont seuls. – Mais à qui le disent-ils?)

I can be alone without being lonely. In fact, those times of solitude are necessary respite for a beleaguered soul, set upon by the pressures of life. I need to take whatever moments I can...

Fame is an island, and right before the castaway, the getaway of being known without being known.

There were times when I had great times with my brothers, pillow fights and things, but I was, used to always cry from loneliness.

A person who can hide his tears but can never hide his smile is a Joker.

I’m a lion in a strange land.

Loneliness is the standard that separates life from death.

Nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house….Took three months before I even looked...

În clipele cele mai grele, tocmai atunci, omul e sortit să răm nă singur. De-abia atunci i se lămurește că el constituie o lume separată, complicată, fără legături cu ceilalți oameni și restul lumii, dec...

When you are young, you think it’s going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close — as close as you can get — to another person only makes clear that impassable...

There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. It’s lonely being the one left behind.

Longing, whether for a passion or person, is one of the most powerful, yet painful, emotions there is. It can drive you to its source under the most extreme conditions, or it can cripple you...

It’s the place built out of Man’s ceaseless failure to overcome himself. Out of Man’s endless war against himself we build our successes as well as our failures. Making it the city of all cities...

And he looked lonely enough that she said, ‘If you like, you could be my friend’.

The path you walk is unique and needed. There is no other like yours. On your path you experience love, joy and peace, as well as loneliness, sadness and torment. These all are specific lessons...

The trick to loneliness is to spend a lot of time inside one’s head.

To retreat into oneself and meet nobody for hours on end—that is what one must be able to attain. To be alone, as one was alone as a child, when the grown-ups walked about involved...

I’ve noticed that loneliness gets stronger when we try to face it down, but gets weaker when we simply ignore it.

It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.

I have been a stranger here in my own land: All my life

Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.

I am always alone, pretending to be someone else or lost in a vast emptiness. I miss life. I miss conversation and laughter and shared joy and hurt. I miss dancing and painting. I miss...

The warmth of your heart is tauntingly near, but you reserve it as you shut me out in the lizard of your doubt. Is it because you don’t understand the freakish assembly of my soul,...

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

This sometimes happened: from time to time, Dantès, driven out of solitude into the world, felt an imperative need for solitude. And what solitude is more vast and more poetic than that of a ship...

And yet all loneliness, angers, hatreds, envies, and itchings that (Hell) contains, if rolled into one single experience and put into the scale against the least moment of the joy that is felt by the...

To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.

I love your loneliness. It is brave. It makes the universe want to protect you.

Andwhose fault is that?

there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock

Learning from other people’s mistakes is better than making your owns. And it is easier to live lonely than to have a broken heart.

The truth is “#9dream” is a descendant of “Norwegian Wood”. Both are ghost stories. “She” in “Norwegian Wood” curses you with loneliness. The “Two spirits dancing so strange” in “#9dream” bless you with harmony. But...

Song of a Second AprilAPRIL this year, not otherwiseThan April of a year agoIs full of whispers, full of sighs,Dazzling mud and dingy snow;Hepaticas that pleased you soAre here again, and butterflies.There rings a hammering...

One cat in a house is a sign of loneliness, two of barrenness, and three of sodomy.

Alone man enters the world; alone he must launch forth upon eternity; and between the two periods there is many a moment when, despite himself, man is compelled to feel what it is to be...

But he also knew that, as much as he wanted to aid and console the soldier, he wanted to be alone in his room with the night coming down and a book close by and...

If, by the virtue of charity or the circumstance of desperation, you ever chance to spend a little time around a Substance-recovery halfway facility like Enfield MA’s state-funded Ennet House, you will acquire many exotic...

Dear Mary Duende, It’s freezing here in the trenches, but loneliness is colder than any hyperthermia. Gunshots and shrapnel have become my companions. But life is better now than it was when I was at...

I wear a tinfoil suit, because you never know when you’ll be going to the moon. I’ll probably have more luck finding the love of my life on a lonely and dead space rock.

She turned and walked down the musty, dimly-lighted corridor, along a strip of carpeting that still clung together only out of sheer stubbornness of skeletal weave. Doors, dark, oblivious, inscrutable, sidling by; enough to give...