Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? But I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself – if they could live in my memories – would anyone, anyone, love me?
Nobody loves you when you’re down and out.
If one’s different, one’s bound to be lonely.
I prefer to cry alone. Pride? No. I just want to avoid the judgement of people who don’t know the reason for my tears.
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?
A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.
The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs.
Cycling can be lonely, but in a good way.
Alone in a world, With millions of souls Walking in circles Trapped in their dreams unhealthy, unclean walking in circles, now do not disturb scream in silence everyone’s sleeping.
You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.
I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone.
The strong must learn to be lonely.
Me, myself and I. That’s all I got in the end.
Loneliness is not cured by human company. Loneliness is cured by contact with reality.
It’s better to be dead, or even perfectly well, than to suffer from the wrong affliction. The man who owns up to arthritis in a beri-beri year is as lonely as a woman in a last month’s dress.
Nobody loves me. Sometimes I wish God could come down and hug me.
Do not feel lonely on the road of righteousness Because of the fewness of the walkers on it.
I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.
You’re not supposed to have iron bars around you – no one is supposed to have that. You’re supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That’s what happens when you’re alive.