It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.

You can’t feel lonely if there’s no one else around.-Yamaguchi Kenji (Yamaken)

A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.

I can be alone without being lonely. In fact, those times of solitude are necessary respite for a beleaguered soul, set upon by the pressures of life. I need to take whatever moments I can...

For me love is when I don’t limit you, I put you on the rainbows……beyond eternity of time and destiny

He saw her red eyes filled with tears of anger. “Tell me why this rage?” He asked holding her in his arms. “Why do you fence for yourself so much?She sighed and muttered, “Because all...

We all say we hate being misunderstood and how we desperately want to find people who understand us. But it is not lack of compatible people that keeps us lonely. There is no shortage of...

You are letting this feeling get cold, I cant blame you, you must know you are free to go… Don’t you ever look back… If you wonder why it is because I wont be there.

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

We’ve got a bond in common, you and I. We are both alone in the world.

I had always thought that I was fine with being alone. Halfway through high school, I moved from Brazil to America, and it took me forever to make friends. I had culture shock of virtually...

My bed feels empty without my ex wife in it. Also, I’m not in it, so that’s probably why it feels so empty.

I don’t belong to a political party, because I don’t feel invited.

It was demeaning. It was degrading. It was very lonely,

Every avalanche was once a lonely snowflake, every flood was once an aching raindrop.

Note to self ; He doesn’t care anymore.

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.

We’re going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, We’re remembering. That’s...

I have an idea I want to test, for combining old peoples’ homes and orphanages. Old people are lonely without children, children are lonely without parents. Why not bring them together?

The world is thinningand the earth…it’s still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

Lonely Places, then are the places that are not on international wavelengths, do not know how to carry themselves, are lost when it comes to visitors. They are shy, defensive, curious places; places that do...

Sevişemeyenlerin atarlandığı o tatlı saatlerdeyiz. Bi de sevişip ruhunun açlığından uyku tutmayanlar var ki, bence sevişemeyenler onlara bakıp hallerine şükretmeli. Ve çünkü yalnız olmak, yanında biri varken yalnız hissetmeye yeğdir.

Love seeks out that desperate, lonely, frightened place inside each of us and coaxes it out into the daylight, so that it can eviscerate it in the burning heat of the sun.

Don’t think you can frighten me by telling me that I am alone. France is alone. God is alone. And the loneliness of God is His strength.

Don’t panic, you are never alone in building up your dreams. The storehouse of your success was built by the very supreme father who created it for you.

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.

He sighed. A year since he’d left her the morning after the final battle with her brother. A year since he’d held her in his arms. A year since he’d kissed her. A year since...

I felt like a kid standing in the world’s greatest video arcade without any quarters, unable to do anything but walk around and watch the other kids play.

Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely.

The worst distance between two people is misunderstanding

The longest walk of your life does not happen when you walk great distances lonely but it happens when you walk very shortly with the boring people!

I would prefer to live with bleeding heart where desire see darkness of uncertainty because I need to know the existence of love

At least I rescued your poor hot dog.

I’ve seen a lot of stuff… maybe I’ve seen too much. I see most humans in a bad light because I’ve seen what they can do, how evil they can be… I’ve seen the Holocaust...

Tôi không đặt mua vé máy bay khi tôi đang thất vọng hay bế tắc. Tôi không tin một chuyến đi có thể cứu rỗi tôi. Không ai hay điều gì trên đời này có...

Its good to be alone than being alone with everyone.

Loe tinggal sendirian di dunia yang kejam ini? Keren! That’s punk, dude!

I would die of lonely.

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after...

The couch was wide enough for two, but I sat in it alone. Was I obese in body—or skinny in love?

Suddenly this defeat.This rain.The blues gone grayAnd the browns gone grayAnd yellowA terrible amber.In the cold streetsYour warm body.In whatever roomYour warm body.Among all the peopleYour absenceThe people who are alwaysNot you.I have been easy...

Great Outdoors”places me in a different tonal mood, filledup with hope and passion, not resentful,suppressed relics of anger unresolvedDid you listen to the winds?What did you hear?Did you listen to the trees?What knowledge did they...

If you learn to really sit with loneliness and embrace it for the gift that it is…an opportunity to get to know YOU, to learn how strong you really are, to depend on no one...

I shall not be lonely. No one who reads is ever that.

I’m just an insomniac struggling for a night where I don’t dream of you anymore.

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.

For your love I have uprooted all my desires, I am no more demanding…

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut…

People make interesting assumptions about the profession. The writer is a mysterious figure, wandering lonely as a cloud, fired by inspiration, or perhaps a cocktail or two.

History chews up sexually uncertain boys, and spits us out as recycled, generic greeting cards for lonely old men.