That was the worst truth of all: alone. The word was a kind of death.

Solitude was her anchor. A familiar misery, and anymore the safest, most sensible approach.

It was cold, dark & lonely in the great cathedral - like chambers, with only coffins and corpses for company.

I gave them everything I had, and I guess it feels alright. I gave them my body, and they use it every night.

The problem with magic was that it made her feel very alone.

Dear Natasha,It's the middle of the night. I can't sleep. Thoughts are creeping through my head like darkness slips around the bodies of sky scrapers in every city we've ever been to. From the bottom...

Betty realized that when it came to relationships with other human beings, she would always feel alone. And yet there was this place – this small special place inside of her – a place where quiet...

Assuming I am mad {Ha!} god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and...

Zoe also knew her stepmother did not love her. Or even like her very much. In truth, Zoe was pretty sure her stepmother hated her. Sheila treated her at worst as an irritant, at best as if she were...

And I had OASIS. My life wasn’t that bad after all. Or at least that’s what I kept telling myself, in a vain attempt to ease the loneliness I had found myself living in.

For a time you can be alone and doing fine and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived...

Why do you cry for someone else? Save your tears for your own time of mourning, when you are alone! When loneliness wants to break your heart and you have no one...

The loneliness is the worst, because this knowledge is something that cannot be shared, only suffered. Just as well. Why should anyone else have it easy. Spoken like a true New Yorker.

Who but a drunk, I wonder looking back, could sit on the porch alone and get in an argument?

For how long can one maintain total vigilance? For how long can love last, in isolation, without sinking crushed beneath its own pressure?

He needed her so badly, to reassure himself of his own existence, that he never comprehended the desperation in her dazzling, permanent smile, the terror in the brightness with which she faced the...

For fear you will be alon

He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because...

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were...

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is...

We live as we dream--alone....

Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where...

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.{}

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to...

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned upand be utterly empty.How free it is, you have no idea how free - The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,And it asks for nothing....

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

I've seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.

What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted...

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to...