The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn't care

One of my biggest weaknesses, one that has always shamed me, is that I have always been lonely. I've struggled to make friends because I can be socially awkward, because I'm weird, because I live in my head.

People make interesting assumptions about the profession. The writer is a mysterious figure, wandering lonely as a cloud, fired by inspiration, or perhaps a cocktail or two.

I hate that. I hate kids like that so fugging much.

Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind.

I thought the love I'd had for him belonged to the past, to the foolish, lonely girl I never wanted to be again. I'd tried to bury that girl and the love she'd felt, just as I'd tried to bury my power. But I wouldn't make that mistake again.

I missed him so much that it felt like a physical pain in the area below my ribs. I opened my mouth to accommodate it. I put my hand to it. A hollow, aching, piercing place.

Carmen: —I want you to leave me alone, but not ignore me. I want you to miss me when I go away to college, but not be sad. I want you to stay exactly the same, but not be lonely or alone. I want to do the leaving, and not have you ever leave me.

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

If someone had asked him, "Ben, are you lonely? , " he would have looked at that someone with real surprise. The question had never even occurred to him. He had no friends, but he had his books and his dreams...

If someone had asked him, "Ben, are you lonely? , " he would have looked at that someone with real surprise. The question had never even occurred to him. He had no friends, but he had his books and his dreams;

We're going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering. That's where we'll win out in the long run. And someday we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.

It had filled my time - given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less ... alone.

A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.

We've got a bond in common, you and I. We are both alone in the world.

Don't think you can frighten me by telling me that I am alone. France is alone. God is alone. And the loneliness of God is His strength.

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment.

For Beatrice, when we first met, I was lonely, and you were pretty.Now I am pretty lonely.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.