I never really understood the word ‘loneliness’. As far as I was concerned, I was in an orgy with the sky and the ocean, and with nature.
Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.
It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.
The opposite of Loneliness is not Togetherness , It's Intimacy
I believe in whatever gets you throught the night. [...] Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four A.M.knows all my secrets.
I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me…
To be alone is to be different, to be different is to be alone.
Lonely was much better than alone.
If you are afraid of being lonely, don't try to be right.
When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.
A young outcast will often feel that there is something wrong with himself, but as he gets older, grows more confident in who he is, he will adapt, he will begin to feel that there is something wrong with everyone else.
A lonely day is God's way of saying that he wants to spend some quality time with you.
It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.
That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house….Took three months before I even looked out the window, see the world still there. I was surprised to see the world didn’t stop.
When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.
I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.
Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn't go away.
There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one.
For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.
even in the loneliest moments i have been there for myself.