The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!
But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.
If you are alone you belong entirely to yourself. If you are accompanied by even one companion you belong only half to yourself or even less in proportion to the thoughtlessness of his conduct and if you have more than one companion you will fall more deeply into the same plight.
We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self.
The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived, rejected, lost, life that we can die of.
Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.
It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them.
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.
I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.
If a man cannot understand the beauty of life, it is probably because life never understood the beauty in him.
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.
I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white.
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.
I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.
may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.
Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.
i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone