No one would choose a friendless existence on condition of having all the other things in the world.
No my friend, darkness is not everywhere, for here and there I find faces illuminated from within; paper lanterns among the dark trees.
To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet.
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.
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?
The most I ever did for you was to outlive you. But that is much.
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness. The remarkable thing is that the cessation of the inner dialogue marks also the end of our concern with the world around us. It is as if we noted the world and think about it only when we have to report it to ourselves.
With some people solitariness is an escape not from others but from themselves. For they see in the eyes of others only a reflection of themselves.
It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.
I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.
"Don't you want to join us?" I was recently asked by an acquaintance when he ran across me alone after midnight in a coffeehouse that was already almost deserted. "No, I don't," I said.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Theres nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt.
Oh, sweet sorrow, the time you borrow, will you be here when i wake up tomorrow?
Loneliness the clearest of crystal insight into your own soul, its the fear of one's own self that haunts the lonely.
What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.
If you are alone you belong entirely to yourself....If you are accompanied by even one companion you belong only half to yourself, or even less, in proportion to the thoughtlessness of his conduct; and if you have more than one companion you will fall more deeply into the same plight
The loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill and when I sit atop of your old street, the church top brings a still ness to me, there's nothingI would rather do, than have my heart broken by you.
Life dies inside a person when there are no others willing to be-friend him. He thus gets filled with emptiness and a non-existent sense of self-worth.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.
There is absolutely no point in sitting around and feeling sorry for youself. The great power you have is to let go ... focus on what you have, no that which has been mean or unkindly removed.
When Christ said: "I was hungry and you fed me," he didn't mean only the hunger for bread and for food; he also meant the hunger to be loved. Jesus himself experienced this loneliness. He came amongst his own and his own received him not, and it hurt him then and it has kept on hurting him. The same hunger, the same loneliness, the same having no one to be accepted by and to be loved and wanted by. Every human being in that case resembles Christ in his loneliness; and that is the hardest part, that's real hunger.
God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.
There's a cold wind blowing softly through a narrow, dark ravine. A sound is heard, soft and everywhere, like the rustle of silk.† It echoes from every dismal reaching corner of the abyss, and whispers of the aching loneliness within the crevasse.† A cold, blue-white light transcends an aura of weird lifelessness to the jagged rocks of the cleft walls.† There appears a soul within all of this, like a thin frail mist, congealing within its center -- a tiny translucent gray cloud.
Each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid, always alone. If I should scream, if i should call for help, would anyone hear... would it even matter?
The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.
To transform the emptiness of loneliness, to the fullness of aloneness. Ah, that is the secret of life.
Better be alone than in bad company
The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, peculiar to myself and to a few other solitary men, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.
The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, is the central and inevitable fact of human exictence.
And I look again towards the sky as the raindrops mix with the tears I cry.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.
Skillful listening is the best remedy for loneliness, loquaciousness, and laryngitis.
