I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.

Leadership is the other side of the coin of loneliness, and he who is a leader must always act alone. And acting alone, accept everything alone.

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.

Loneliness is that feeling to understand your own Self

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.

He took deep breaths. He wanted to sleep. At least in sleeping, he could find a kind of peace. At least in sleeping, he could dream about his dead friends and maybe, until the sun came up, feel like...

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

Loneliness is the worst pain that humans can go through, especially in the period when technology is designed to keep people away from each other, and that period is now the 21st century.

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...

But now he said his thoughts aloud many times since there was no one that they could annoy.

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.

You will not break the enchanted circle of isolation... You are alone and you don't know anyone, you don't know anyone and you are alone. You see others glued together, clinging, cuddling, protecting...

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?

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

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....