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

How Gloomy it is, to pause, to cease and to rust unburn, to get used and be indistinct. Like to live is to breathe.

The whole problem of life is this: how to break out of one’s own solitude, how to communicate with others.

When you are lonely for a while don’t get restless, if you had born alone, you are going to die alone then for sometime you can certainly live alone.

You are the architect of your own loneliness.

I’m not a good kid. Yeah, look, I’m just a piece of paper with the word sad and a bunch of cuss words written on it.A lousy piece of paper. That’s me.A piece of paper...

Loneliness isn’t a lack of people. It is a lack of understanding and acceptance.

We see, surrounding the narrow raft illuminated by the flickering light of human comradeship, the dark ocean on whose rolling waves we toss for a brief hour; all the loneliness of humanity amid hostile forces...

I hope you read this, whoever you are, and imagine that there is a hypothetical person out there who needs your love, has been waiting silently, patiently for it all his life, is flawed and...

Who am I? They often tell me I would step from my cell’s confinement calmly, cheerfully, firmly, like a squire from his country-house.Who am I? They often tell me I would talk to my warden...

It was almost May. I knew that New York was getting warm now, that London was wet, that Rome was hot — and I was on Vieques, where it was always hot and where New...

I seek the city because there is nothing sweeter than not being alone in your loneliness.

Did he understand, as those interminable minutes ticked by, that being alone is not the same as being lonely? That being alone is a neutral state; it is like a blind fish at the bottom...

When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we will have from birth to death – ourselves.

Our society is so fragmented, our family lives so sundered by physical and emotional distance, our friendships so sporadic, our intimacies so ‘in-between’ things and often so utilitarian, that there are few places where we...

I’ve seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.

For all the advances in technology, science and communications, there are signs that we are failing in areas where it matters most: our personal relationships and society in general. The atomisation of society evidenced by...

Words are loneliness.

There comes a point where you become tired of the loneliness and need a human touch, a caress to make you realize you still exist as a person.

I’ve been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.

Was it really some other person I was so anxious to discover…or was it only my own solitude that I could not abide?

All that he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single moment that she had been his. That was all he had, to keep out the loneliness.

Beauty is wishing for loneliness without any regret and complains.

If you’re scared to be alone, you are alone.

When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk until I come to a pile of hay bales and plop...

Things must be done, life must go on. Life would go on, even if every breath she took hurt, even if her joints ached when she moved. Sorry and loneliness were an insidious evil, for...

Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

Hate engenders loneliness and despair

Our mind is a crazy nightclub of cacophonous sound filled with strange images and one-night stands: our mind tells us lonely, loveless tales that leave us frightened but really have no lasting power

As soon as whatever provisional well of confidence dries up, I will feel like a frightened motherless child. And I will—what? Lessee, I’ll beg friends to assure me I’m fascinating, that my soul is complex...

It wasn’t easy to understand how the love between two other people could diminish you. If those two people were still accessible to you, if they called you all the time, if they asked you...

Death has become so predictable that I have neither the youthful reverence of it nor the middle-age fear.

I drink out of desperation. Life is too dreary to endure. The misery, loneliness, crampedness — they’re heartbreaking.[…] What feelings do you suppose a man has when he realizes that he will never know happiness...

I sung to her at night. Every night. The same song. And she would do this thing, when she would close her eyes. And it felt like she was connecting with the music. That she...

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...

This morning could have been perfect. The cruel truth is they have never been. Give us loneliness or give us death.

A woman’s voice answered, “Hello?”Walter cried back at her, “Hello, oh Lord, hello!””This is a recording,” recited the woman’s voice. “Miss Helen Arasumian is not home. Will you leave a message on the wire spool...

Rousseau pensaba que era bueno estar solo a veces y que quizá nuestras naturalezas florecían con la máxima pureza en esas ocasiones.

There is a predictable interlude when the rivals suddenly come together and speak for a second of their common loneliness, thus tritely demonstrating that we really are all the same, though I can’t think of...

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?I shall wear white flannel trousers, and...

I kept my whole life in suitcase, Never really stayed in one place,Maybe that’s the way it should be,You know I live my life like a gypsy.

Nothing was permanent. . . Nothing will be permanent. . . Nothing is permanent. . .~Ramy(n)

From his earliest years Cincinnatus, by some strange and happy chance comprehending his danger, carefully managed to conceal a certain peculiarity. He was impervious to the rays of others, and therefore produced when off his...

A lonely, quiet person has observations and experiences that are at once both more indistinct and more penetrating than those of one more gregarious; his thoughts are weightier, stranger, and never without a tinge of...

I learned much too late that what you called love was nothing but a desperate and irrational fear of a life lived alone.

The emptiness made her insides ache.

Inside my house, nobody was home, except everybody, but it was easy to feel like those were one and the same.

Tessa: Are all vampires like that? Cold like that?Charlotte: Many of them have been alive a long time. They don’t see things the way we do.

she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn’t feelalone.

She was sewing together the little proofs of his devotion out of which to make a garment for her tattered love and faith. He cut into the faith with negligent scissors, and she mended and...