The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present.

Some might say that suicide is for cowards. I dare them to hold a razor to their wrists and say it as they slice into their own flesh.

Me abrumó la soledad que desprendía su persona y, a un tiempo, creí ver en su interior un abismo infinito al que no podía evitar asomarme.

You and I share the same DNA.Is there anything more lonely than that?

One of the greatest acts of service you can do is to find someone who is secretly lonely and be a friend to them, if only for a day.

A lonely day is God’s way of saying that he wants to spend some quality time with you.

Could Denny have possibly appreciated the subjective nature of loneliness, which something nature of loneliness, which is something exist only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive...

She needed intimacy and a sense of partaking in, not just observing, real life.

I could say it was the nights when I was lonelyand you were the only one who’d talk.I could tell you that I like your sensitivity,when you know it’s the way that you walk.

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.

Look at that party the other night. Everybody wanted to have a good time and tried real hard but we all woke up the next day feeling sorta sad and separate.

He’s like a hero come back from thewar, a poor maimed bastard living out the reality of his dreams.Wherever he sits himself the chair collapses; whatever door heenters the room is empty: whatever he puts...

My music is very personal. I’ve created it in solitude. I face a white wall and beller. I like that sound – the expression of loneliness. That’s what it’s all about.

Într-o bună zi, devii deodată unul dintre bărbații fără femei. Ziua aceasta vine pe nepusă masă, fără cel mai mic semn sau avertisment, fără s-o simți sau s-o intuiești, fără să se anunțe cu un...

Perhaps there are those who are able to go about their lives unfettered by such concerns. But for those like us, our fate is to face the world as orphans, chasing through long years the...

I think how we are all broken over one thing or another, how we all limp about, dragging our sorrows & troubles, our failures & disappointments, our perfect loneliness, & how it is when we...

I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around.

The perfection of loneliness is you can do whatever you want by yourself.

You are alone”Rose colored memories drown,taking their last breath.

I love you.” He stabbed a thumb at his chest as he glared at her.Of course he did. Lucien had never hidden the fact. But the love of a friend, while comforting, was not enough...

You don’t have to know someone your whole life to know them. Not really. Lonely is the same everywhere.

That’s the strangest thing about this life, about being in the ministry. People change the subject when they see you coming. And then sometimes those very same people come into your study and tell you...

The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

If you are afraid of being lonely, don’t try to be right.

My dear girl, is it that you are so lonely that you had to create this?

There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, and was never the same as the hands that were on us there...

There is the solitude of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible. Words become powerless to express your pain; what others hear from your words is so distant and different...

The orange turns to dull bronze light and continues to show what it has shown all day long, but now it seems to show it without enthusiasm. Across those dry hills, within those little houses...

Sometimes I feel that I could stand in the middle of the square and scream and thrash about like a wildling, and no one would notice.

Cô đơn không phải tự nhiên sinh ra, mà nó chỉ bắt đầu từ lúc bạn yêu một ai đó.

I hate those people who say you always find the one when you stop looking for her. It is the advice you least want to hear when what you think you need most is someone...

Yeah, it’s hard, babyIt’s hard right down to the boneI said Oh, it’s hard babyIt’s hard right down to the very boneIt’s hard when you’re a womanAnd you find yourself all aloneI’ve been flapping and...

It was the face of a human being who’d been constructed exclusively of wounds. Not time or history or ambition, nothing but wounds. The face of a person who could probably kill someone without feeling...

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

What’s a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?

I am not forsaken! I’m no longer alone in the darkness! Before my eyes I see a thousand little devils lighting black candles along the path which leads toward the edge…the blindingly beautiful edge.

Longing was a feeling that was hard to live with. It didn’t ask permission. It didn’t pay attention to time or place. It was overwhelming and demanding, grasping and selfish. It clouded thoughts or made...

But then I stopped allowing myself to dream, because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me. […] I’m too old...

Do you know that feeling – The feeling of being alive and dead, both at the same time? When it seems like you are just going through with different notions of life, without actually living...

A waltz begins, that floating, sweet rhythm. The fiddle is plaintive. A few minutes ago she was at least pleasantly contented. Now certain of the notes dip into her like ladles and come up full...

That’s the strange thing about a good story. No pleasure if you can’t share it.

Now that she had worn other faces, seen through other eyes, how could she ever say any face was really her own, even if it was the face she had been given at birth? When...

exI 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...

The pain will always be in you — but you will not always be in pain.

A vast and abandoned world laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, a view that confirmed you were much more alone than you thought you were, a view that inspired the flickering thoughts of suicide.

But a lonely man is an unnatural man, and soon comes to perplexity. From perplexity to fantasy. From fantasy to madness.

Benim için aziz olan şeylere değer vermeyerek! Bazen yaşamın o kadar içini görebiliyorum ki birden doğrulup çevreme baktığımda kimsenin yanımda olmadığını, bana eşlik eden tek şeyin zaman olduğunu görüyorum.

That’s kind of sad.-I used to think so. Now I think: you’re born a certain way. Later you get to decide how much you want to fight/change that. I don’t mind being alone.-You must mind....

„Samotność jest chronicznym przeziębieniem duszy. Ludziom samotnym, co zresztą zostało zbadane, jest autentycznie zimno.