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.

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

I don’t think there’s a lonelier feeling than being with someone who has stopped caring.

you’re ignoring me so loud that it’s deafening. This silence is so deep that it’s echoing.

Booksellers are the most valuable destination for the lonely, given the numbers of books written because authors couldn’t find anyone to talk to.

to the glory of His name let me witness that in far away lands, in loneliness (deepest sometimes when it seems least so), in times of downheartedness and tiredness and sadness, always always He is...

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel – drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is...

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back,...

I have always been well liked, I think, always well regarded and respected, but having few enemies is not the same as having many friends, and there was no denying that I was, if not...

Ondan başka hiçbir kadının bana dokunmadığını biliyor musunuz? Hiç sevilmediğimi, hiç dokunulmadığımı? Tamamen gözlerden uzak bir yaşam sürmenin nasıl bir şey olduğunu biliyor musunuz? Kimseyle tek kelime etmediğim günler çoktur.

It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d come from.

The writer’s curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored.

There has not been a day since his sudden and mysterious vanishing that I have not been searching for him, looking in the most unlikely places. Everything and everyone, existence itself, has become an evocation,...

If I could always read I should never feel the want of company.

I ignore people who need me and latch on to people who don’t. I dive into every other world except my own just because I want something more glamorous than my real life. I do...

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself.

Humans are almost always lonely.

sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love

When he had eaten, Mr. Lecky lay down on his cot, though he did not expect to sleep. The four lanterns continued to shed their thin floods of light. Against the dark, this illumination set...

As long as you write, you’ll never be lonely.

I felt very lonely when they were all there.

Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. I feel it, sometimes. When I do, I want it to end. Sometimes, when you’re near someone, when you touch them on some level that is deeper than...

I don’t think that loneliness is necessarily a bad or unconstructive condition. My own skill at jamming time may actually be dependent on some fluid mixture of emotions, among them curiosity, sexual desire, and love,...

If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?

A city full of eight million people. It was all rather lonely sometimes.

I preach that odd defiant melancholy that sees the dreadful loneliness of the human soul and the pitiful disaster of human life as ever redeemable and redeemed by compassion, friendship and love.

I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to...

For my part, I think that the mystery is always greatest where there is the most – emptiness.

But I have one want which I have never yet been able to satisfy; and the absence of the object of which I now feel as a most severe evil. I have no friend, Margaret:...

Let this little book be thy friend, if, owing to fortune or through thine own fault, thou canst not find a dearer companion.

Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It must have woken her a little After a moment he felt her turn...

MADALI MAGING OK SA HARAP NG MINAMAHAL MO, BUT IT BECOMES EVEN WORST PAGHND MO SILA KAHARAP

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of...

Sit with me, and I’ll not be alone.Hold my hand, and I’ll not feel alone.Cry with me, and I’ll no longer suffer alone.

I wake abruptly, my breath jagged and heart racing, my mouth stale, and I know immediately that’s it. I’m awake. The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light...

A good movie can take you out of your dull funk and the hopelessness that so often goes with slipping into a theatre; a good movie can make you feel alive again, in contact, not...

A half-dead thing in a stark dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold.

At times I feel like a socket that remembers its tooth.

Loneliness, I’ve read, is like being in a long line, waiting to reach the front where it’s promised something good will happen. Only the line never moves, and other people are always coming in ahead...

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...

Friends were hundred ,Kites were none ,This was the time when I was young.Now the kites are hundred ,Friends are none,Sitting under the flaming sun.

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

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I’d practically invented.

You don’t know what it means to be betrayed! Should I explain it to you? It means to be treated like trash and your feelings get stepped on…you get hurt over and over again and...

She was waiting, but she didn’t know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.

The abundance of small things, it’ll bury you.