loneliness

But a lonely man is an unnatural man, and soon comes to perplexity. From perplexity to fantasy. From fantasy to madness.

Humans are almost always lonely.

sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in.

As I was looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, it occurred to me that if all else failed, a man could at least kiss himself, and I stared in to the mirror, conjuring up the memory of the couple in the film. I couldn't get the image of their lips out of my mind. But by now I'd realised I'd not even be kissing myself; I'd be kissing the mirror.

Arrogance and selfishness are not the only reasons behind our loneliness, but most often we used to be alone because of them.

Too bad I didn't know you back then, I would have come and rescued you." Like he was Prince Charming or something. Which he is, in a way, because he rescued me from the simple, uncomplicated life I thought I liked until I realized how much I was missing. How lonely that life had been: going to work, going home, and watching TV, going places by myself on weekends.

I stayed in bed for over an hour looked at things on my phone I felt slightly anxious about nothing particular I walked downstairs and poured coffee into a jar I asked a person on the internet if I should take drugs I took drugs before the person had time to respondI feel alienated by people who express concern about me without defining their concern in terms of a specific solution or goal I dont feel comforted by the idea of an afterlife I dont want to continue experiencing things after I dieI want someone to pull my hair because I like the idea of someone controlling my head without touching my headwhat is the difference between being an independent person and being a person who is accepting of loneliness?

The worst kind of loneliness in the world is isolation that comes from being misunderstood. It can make people lose their grasp on reality.

Lately Mirabelle had reflected wistfully if people even noticed her _ a smartly dressed woman who came and went along the Promenade, always alone.

When you__e accustomed to loneliness, you become in tune with the rhythms of yourself and your own mind__ecause you always have to answer yourself at the end of the day, to be alone with your thoughts. You__l also know how important self-love and reliance is, to love yourself before you love someone else, but I think the universality of loneliness teaches us what that love is. To be lonely is to be human, to feel pain, to be forced to know yourself__nd the universality of it binds us. Love is embracing that universality and surrendering to it. It__ looking out at a lonely universe and knowing it__ fabric makes you who you are.

-That's kind of sad.-I used to think so. Now I think: you're born a certain way. Later you get to decide how much you want to fight/change that. I don't mind being alone.-You must mind. If you didn't you wouldn't be doing this with me.

It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.

There was a marvelous, dark lyricism in his voice, the kind of defiance that is rooted in deep loneliness.

My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself...

The loneliness I endured during that time of my life is something I hope never to experience again.It's more than just the feeling of being isolated. I was disconnected mentally, physically and emotionally from the entire human race, it seemed; I didn't even feel part of it. I was a subspecies of the people who walked the streets and went about their daily lives. I was not part of the world they'd built and lived in. I was like a half-formed variety of what they were; a critter that was intended to be like them but was never finished. I was unworthy of the space I took up in that world and the lies I showcased in order to fit in.

I kept my whole life in suitcase, Never really stayed in one place,Maybe that's the way it should be,You know I live my life like a gypsy.

She lives in a world of her own _ a world of _ little glass ornaments_

Love is an actual need, an urgent requirement of the heart," he read aloud from an old essay on marriage that he found in his files."Every properly constituted human being who entertains an appreciation of loneliness...and looks forward to happiness and content feels the necessity of loving. Without it, life is unfinished...