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.

He prayed for the recovery of that inward privacy which the purpose of his vigil demanded that he seek: a clean parchment of the spirit whereon the words of a summons might be written in...

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

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...

Lately Mirabelle had reflected wistfully if people even noticed her – a smartly dressed woman who came and went along the Promenade, always alone.

Friends are a strange, volatile, contradictory, yet sticky phenomenon. They are made, crafted, shaped, molded, created by focused effort and intent. And yet, true friendship, once recognized, in its essence is effortless.Best friends are formed...

Only worse thing than being cold, and too tired to defend yourself, is to be cold and alone. And I wouldn’t ever wish that on nobody.

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...

I’m lonely,” and they ate her in the street.

may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.

Yaşamının mercek altına alınmasından gizliden gizliye zevk almayan bir hastayla henüz karşılaşmamıştı. Mercek ne kadar detaylı gösterirse hasta o kadar çok zevk alırdı. İncelenmekten alınan keyif o kadar büyük olurdu ki Breuer yaşlanma, sevdiklerini kaybetme...

We are strangers to our own lives, setting out in the dark to look for the adobe of Love which we were meant to know, guided by the Music that wants us to see.

Nagle tak cicho zrobiło się w moim świecie bez Ciebie.

Maybe reading was just a way to make her feel less alone, to keep her company. When you read something you are stopped, the moment is stayed, you can sometimes be there more fully than...