“There is none more lonely than the man who loves only himself.”
“Every time I look at you I get a fierce desire to be lonesome.”
“People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.”
“It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.”
“It is a rather pleasant experience to be alone in a bank at night.”
“When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.”
“On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people; and then I go home alone.”
“In cities no one is quiet but many are lonely; in the country, people are quiet but few are lonely.”
“At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.”
“We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them.”
“The gift of loneliness is sometimes a radical vision of society or one's people that has not previously been taken into account.”
“In our extreme youth, in our most humiliating sorrow, we think we are alone. When we are older we find that others have suffered too.”
“Language has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone, and the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.”
“A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man --the one he used to be.”
“To most people loneliness is a doom. Yet loneliness is the very thing which God has chosen to be one of the schools of training for His very own. It is the fire that sheds the dross and reveals the gold.”
“All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.”
“Who knows what true loneliness is -- not the conventional word, but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion. Now and then a fatal conjunction of events may lift the veil for an instant. For an instant only. No human being could bear a steady view of moral solitude without going mad.”
“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.”
“What torments my soul is its loneliness. The more it expands among friends and the daily habits or pleasures, the more, it seems to me, it flees me and retires into its fortress. The poet who lives in solitude, but who produces much, is the one who enjoys those treasures we bear in our bosom, but which forsake us when we give ourselves to others. When one yields oneself completely to one's soul, it opens itself to one, and then it is that the capricious thing allows one the greatest of good fortunes... that of sympathizing with others, of studying itself, of painting itself constantly in its works.”