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.

Silence is most meaningful.

Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.

There’s not one good thought in that place. There’s nothing but waste and want. I can feel his selfish cravings and an abyss of secrets I hope to never know.

There is extraordinary similarities between the Midwest in America and Europe in that there is this sense of vast, open sky and loneliness and cold.

It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.

Have you ever considered another type of loneliness; a good and healthy, happy loneliness?

It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.

The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn’t care

She pulls up to the drive wayParks the car, Gets Out, Walks up to the door, And embraces me with an iron holdShe is a friend and hugs me the same way she used to, Her hands sliding into their old creases along my bodyI let her into the house, knowing I could never refuseAs...

The personal desolation Christ is experiencing on the cross is what you and I should be experiencing–but instead, Jesus is bearing it, and bearing it all alone.Why alone?He’s alone so that we might never be alone.

I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.

I think she’s afraid to even hug me now. It’s my fault, but I miss it, Andrew. I miss it so much it aches sometimes, you know?’I do know. I do know, I want to tell him, but I let him talk. And he does, with a gut-wrenching honesty that tears at my heart.’I want...

Begin. . . where you are, NOT where you want to be. Begin stuck in the doldrums of your false story–if that is where you are. Begin there because, in truth, there is no other place to start from. Tell yourself that you are going to listen for the sound of your own voice–and remind...

Experience teaches that the fire of mental grief is intensified by being confined to its own hearth.

Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music,...

plus one.” But I did get all worked up, and I spent the evening on the couch, crying.

He liked lonely places, because he never really felt alone.

What a fool she was ever to have imagined that there might be some place in the world where she could sink to the earth with the knowledge that there were people round her who understood, who perhaps even admired and loved her! She was fated to carry loneliness about with her as a leper...

I invented adventures for myself and made up a life, so as at least to live in some way.

I’ll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.

In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn’t tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were...

The two of them on top of the freezing slide, wordlessly holding hands. Once again they were a ten-year-old boy and girl. A lonely boy, and a lonely girl. A classroom, just after school let out, at the beginning of winter. They had neither the power nor the knowledge to know what they should offer...

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

…en todo caso había un solo túnel, oscuro y solitario: el mío.

Let’s just say, by the end of her second quarter Beli could walk down the hall without fear that anyone would crack on her. The downside of this of course was that she was completely alone.

I am not alone because loneliness is always with me…

I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me. Don’t bullshit me, Pat. I live in the addition around back, which is completely separate from the house, so there’s no chance of my parents walking in on us. I hate the fact that you wore a football jersey to dinner, but you can fuck me...

It’s just as easy to be lonely in a city as out in the wilderness. Easier, really. It’s harder to get to know someone when you meet in a crowded place. People can freely ignore you in the city; they can assume they don’t have any responsibility for you. When there are fewer people, (…)...

… but she was also bewilderingly lonely… Abra had lost her gift for being alone.

In truth, nothing was the same. She forgot about the stars… and taking notice of the sea. She was no longer filled with all the curiosities of the world and didn’t take much notice of anything… other than how heavy… and awkward the bottle had become.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

When you’re 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 it clear the impassable distance between you.

Samoća nije živeti sam, samoća je kad nismo sposobni da pravimo društvo nekome ili nečemu što se nalazi duboko u nama, samoća nije usamljeno drvo nasred puste ravnice, to je rastojanje između skrivenih sokova i kore, između lista i korena. Vi bulaznite, sve to što pominjete međusobno je povezano, nema tu nikakve samoće, U redu,...

One dead and one alone. That’s how the story ends.

Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there’s no one to share or censure? But laxity in one area may lead to derangement in all.

From long experience she knew that she wore her loneliness like armor. Very few people ever recognized it for what it was. To the casual observer it looked very much like arrogance. Sometimes it was.

There’s not a lot to do when you don’t want to do anything.

Wherever you go in the next catastrophéBe it sickroom, or prison, or cemet’ryDo not fear that your stay will besolit’ryCountless souls share your fate,you’ll have company!

The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.

Lying is easy. But it’s lonely.””What do you mean?””When you lie to everyone about everything, what’s left? What’s true?””Nothing,” I say.”Exactly.

She realized that being starved for words was the same as being starved for food, because both left a hollow place inside you, a place you needed filled to make it through another day. Rachel remembered how growing up she’d thought living on a farm with just a father was as lonely as you could...

She learned the intricacy of loneliness: the horror of color, the roar of soundlessness and the menace of familiar objects lying still.

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there’s one person who never ceased to love you – yourself.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

Nothing,” I said. “It’s quiet. It’s like― I don’t know. It’s like falling off a cliff.” I laughed. “I guess my life will just stop when I get married.”It didn’t. It wasn’t quiet either. And in the end, I lost him. I did it on purpose, the way Garance lost Baptiste in the crowd. I...

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

It’s something I imagine occasionally: waking up to discover civilisation has ended, leaving nothing but empty streets and silence. I don’t actually want that to happen, but I ponder what I’d do, and how I’d stay alive. How it would feel to be really alone, and for my loneliness to be written on the landscape...

Isolation and loneliness are central causes of depression and despair.