When you're surrounded by all these people, it can be lonelier than when you're by yourself. You can be in a huge crowd, but if you don't feel like you can trust anyone or talk to anybody, you feel like you're really alone.
I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.
We live as we dream--alone....
The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.
I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.
The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.
being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
All great and precious things are lonely.
Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.
Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.
If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life's cruelest irony.
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.