loneliness

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care.

It's so stupid because all I wanted was space and now that I have it, there's this part of me that's achingly lonely I could die.

If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

A lonely, quiet person has observations and experiences that are at once both more indistinct and more penetrating than those of one more gregarious; his thoughts are weightier, stranger, and never without a tinge of sadness. . . . Loneliness fosters that which is original, daringly and bewilderingly beautiful, poetic. But loneliness also fosters that which is perverse, incongruous, absurd, forbidden.

Will__ voice dropped. __veryone makes mistakes, Jem.___es,_ said Jem. __ou just make more of them than most people.___ ____ou hurt everyone,_ said Jem. __veryone whose life you touch.___ot you,_ Will whispered. __ hurt everyone but you. I never meant tohurt you.__em put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. __ill ____ou can__ never forgive me,_ Will said in disbelief, hearing thepanic tinging his own voice. ____ be ____lone?_ Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. __ndwhose fault is that?

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white.

I don't know why I still feel this pit in my stomach whenever I get a moment to think. I know what the pit is, too; I feel lonely. But I'm not alone, I keep telling myself.

I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away _ yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth's orbit ___________ and wanted to shoot myself.

But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.

I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

Shrinking in a corner,pressed into the wall;do they know I'm present,am I here at all?Is there a written rule book,that tells you how to be__ll the right things to talk about__hat everyone has but me?Slowly I am withering__ flowered deprived of sun;longing to belong to__omewhere or someone.

Occasionally, very occasionally, say at four o__lock in the afternoon on a wet Sunday, she feels panic-stricken and almost breathless with loneliness. Once or twice she has been known to pick up the phone to check that it isn__ broken. Sometimes she thinks how nice it would be to be woken by a call in the night: __et in a taxi now_ or __ need to see you, we need to talk_. But at the best of times she feels like a character in a Muriel Spark novel _ independent, bookish, sharp-minded, secretly romantic.

Karou wished she could be the kind of girl who was complete unto herself, comfortable in solitude, serene. But she wasn't. She was lonely, and she feared the missingness within her as if it might expand and... cancel her. She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.