loneliness

being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

I decided that maybe we left each other alone too much. Leaving each other alone was killing us.

An ad that pretends to be art is -- at absolute best -- like somebody who smiles warmly at you only because he wants something from you. This is dishonest, but what's sinister is the cumulative effect that such dishonesty has on us: since it offers a perfect facsimile or simulacrum of goodwill without goodwill's real spirit, it messes with our heads and eventually starts upping our defenses even in cases of genuine smiles and real art and true goodwill. It makes us feel confused and lonely and impotent and angry and scared. It causes despair.

She talked about wanting to be a part of something, wanting to be desired, to be 'special', craving to be loved. She talked about experiencing the kind of loneliness so immense it could swallow you up. She called it 'loneliness that crowds couldn't cure'.

Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

There's so much I should say, so many things I should tell him, but in the end I tell him nothing.I cut a line and my losses, and I light a cigarette.

When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.

I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody.

I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

Healing is impossible in loneliness; it is the opposite of loneliness. Conviviality is healing. To be healed we must come with all the other creatures to the feast of Creation.(pg.99, "The Body and the Earth")

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

All great and precious things are lonely.

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone