People think they know me, but they don’t. Not really. Actually, I am one of the loneliest people on this earth. I cry sometimes, because it hurts. It does. To be honest, I guess you could say that it hurts to be me.
If you came to see the truth, the purity, it’s here inside a lonely heart.
Oh, no, I think I’d die on my own. I’d be so lonely. Even at home, I’m lonely. I sit in my room and sometimes cry. It is so hard to make friends, and there are some things you can’t talk to your parents or family about. I sometimes walk around the neighborhood at night, just hoping to find someone to talk to. But I just end up coming home.
I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t.
Writing fiction, especially a long work of fiction, can be a difficult, lonely job; it’s like crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a bathtub. There’s plenty of opportunity for self-doubt.
He who is alone is happy. Do good to all, like everyone, but do not love anyone. It is a bondage, and bondage brings only misery. Live alone in your mind – that is happiness. To have nobody to care for and never minding who cares for one is the way to be free.
The farther one gets into the wilderness, the greater is the attraction of its lonely freedom.
It’s just me against the world.
The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude.
At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who’s lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.
I’m lonely like Adam and you’re evil like Eve.
All great and precious things are lonely.
I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we’ve never even met?
I am alone. There is no God where I am.
The road to death is a lonely highway, and longer than it appears, even when it leads straight down from the scaffold, by way of a rope; and it’s a dark road, with never any moon shining on it, to light your way.
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
Don’t let ignorance blind you. Open your eyes, heart and your mind. And if you’re feeling alone, know that the world can be a lonely place, but it would be lonelier without you in it.
Its beautiful to be alone. To be alone does not mean to be lonely. it means the mind is not influenced and contaminated by society.