You shouldn’t have isolated any of us unless your purpose was to drive us insane. You almost succeeded with me more than once. Humans need one another.
For peace you needed human company-his aloneness was like a threat of things to come.
Shut off by a wall of affability, I was always completely alone.
It was the desperate feeling of loneliness one sees in the eyes of a decrepit old cur on the verge of death.
He felt that although his father loved their home and loved all of them, he was more lonely than the contentment of this family love could help; that it even increased his loneliness, or made it hard for him not to be lonely.
It didn’t matter so much after all: a little additional pain was hardly noticeable in the huge abandonment.
I was just so lonely all the time. I missed, like, all my friends at school and stuff. But I mean, in the end, it worked out.
She paid for her mobility with some loneliness.
She was too proud of her isolation, her solitary, joyless rectitude.
I don’t enjoy my own company. I always feel there’s somebody missing.
But, from beyond, the North—ice and unbreathed air, lights whose reflections since childhood had brightened and chilled her sky, touching to life at all points a sense of unshared beauty—reclaimed her for its clear solitude.
But you can’t hide from fear. There’s no escape from the fear of being alone. It lives on inside us from the moment we are born.
There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I’d become a monk. I’d pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine.
For who is lonelier than the cockroach without his tribe?
That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal on their own separate orbits.
She has few pleasures to think of as she sits here alone by the fire.
No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.
I knew that seclusion and solitude were very necessary for my friend in those hours of intense mental concentration during which he weighed every particle of evidence, constructed alternative theories, balanced one against the other, and made up his mind as to which points were essential and which immaterial.