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

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

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

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they...

Being a lone wolf is sometimes better than being in a pack

The cold is a lonely person’s way to feel alone and death.

And if I’m alone in bed, I will go to the window, look up at the sky, and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company.

Whoever wrote”I’d rather have loved and lost than never have loved at all”Should be shot in the face.Funny thing is,I’d rather take their place

Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad. The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated...

The more we speak of solitude, the clearer it becomes that at the bottom it is not something one can choose to take or leave. We are lonely. One can deceive oneself about it and act as if it were not so. That is all. But it is so much better to see that we...

Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders? And even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I should fade in the strength of his stronger existence. For beauty’s nothing but the beginning of terror we’re still just able to bear.

What was it – this implacable remoteness, this inability to surrender herself to the warmth and comradely feelings of others? Could being an academic star, being applauded over and over again as a prodigy, take the place of all that? She shuddered with a feeling she couldn’t have put a name to. It was the...

Are the dead as lonesome as the living?

I used to be a poet.My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold.Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade.Now I am old…drunk on wine and candle fumes.Alone in this barren room, I speak my psalms to the night air so as to entertain moths before...

Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.

When you are a long way from where you think you belong, you will attach yourself to people you would otherwise ignore or even dislike.

She’d been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.

Poverty only tries men’s souls. It is loneliness that breaks the heart.

The strength of a love is always misjudged if we evaluate it by its immediate cause and not the stress that went before it, the dark and hollow space full of disappointment and loneliness that precedes all the great events in the heart’s history.

Be faithful to the unknown, plan for it by expecting it rather than waiting for it to knock you down. I believe your husband will take care of you, for he is a hardworking sensible man, but Jane, I had no one to look out for me when I was growing up, or when I...

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.

The return of solitude was not quite as Dina expected it to be. These many years I made a virtue of inescapable reality, she thought, calling it peace and quiet.

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 you choose to rediscover your divine identity.

Gradually, after being the target a few times of a similar capriciousness, which he discerned as default behavior for most people, and not liking it, Paul learned to not be more generous or enthusiastic or attentive that he could sustain regardless of his mood and to not talk to people if his only reason to...

There was an enjoyment to being alive, he felt, that because of an underlying meaninglessness–like how a person alone for too long cannot feel comfortable when with others; cannot neglect that underlying the feeling of belongingness is the certainty, really, of loneliness, and nothingness, and so experiences life in that hurried, worthless way one experiences...

loneliness can fly a helicopter through a cut-out shapeof a helicopter the same size as the helicopterand that’s it’s only skilland it isn’t good enoughbut it’s still amazing.

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...

loneliness doesn’t kill you, but it becomes extremely different when you find it among the crowd.

Grief denied will surface in borrowed clothes, the mad, sad clothes of paranoia, fear or loneliness

I now understood that real secrets were lonely. They planted themselves inside of you and expanded, until you felt like that was all you were-a lonely little secret, isolated in your experiences.

he writer has a grudge against society, which he documents with accounts of unsatisfying sex, unrealized ambition, unmitigated lo neliness, and a sense of local and global distress. The square, overpopulation, the bourgeois, the bomb and the cocktail party are variously identified as sources of the grudge. There follows a little obscenity here, a dash...

Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It’s just too much for them.

Nobody can discover the world for somebody else. Only when we discover it for ourselves does it become common ground and a common bond and we cease to be alone.

You have to face the very thing you fear.–tdf

Smoking is indispensable if one has nothing to kiss

Jamie enjoyed solitude, but loneliness was a constant ache.

To be a human being means to be lonely.To go on becoming a person means exploring new modes of resting in our loneliness.

Healing is impossible in loneliness; it is the opposite of loneliness. Conviviality is healing. To be healed we must come with all the other creatures to the feast of Creation.(pg.99, “The Body and the Earth”)

When we finished the kiss she said laughing, I can taste your loneliness – it tastes like vinegar. That annoyed me. Everyone knows loneliness tastes like cold potato soup.

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

My father could talk about the Romany way of life and its culture. He could talk about freedom and the Scottish spirit. But that was all he could talk about. I was desperate for someone to talk to but there was just nobody there.

paradise seemed further away than India, but Hell had become a bit closer

Man is a coward in space, for he is by himself.

He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds—that loneliness which...

The theory of attachment is same for humans and computers. Unknown sender’s attachment is blocked..Known sender’s attachment is accepted or ignored..Heavy attachments are annoying..Too heavy attachments do not reach..No attachment is the best option!

Alvin didn’t cry, didn’t curse, didn’t holler…. He was too far gone to roar on that day or even to crack. Only I did…. Only I cracked, alone, later in the one place in our house where I knew I could go to be apart from the living and all that they cannot not do.

Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

He saw her red eyes filled with tears of anger. “Tell me why this rage?” He asked holding her in his arms. “Why do you fence for yourself so much?She sighed and muttered, “Because all I really want is nothing but to be proved wrong.

In viaggio verso Bologna ho pensato a chi diceva di sentire il tempo come un enorme dolore. E ho visto, seduti accanto a me, donne e uomini di malaffari che andavano a guadagnarsi il pane vendendo un po’ di se stessi. Su tutta la carrozza non c’era un posto libero. Eppure il treno sembrava deserto.