lonely

I don't mind being alone either. The only problem is that if you're always alone, you get lonely.

I think that is supposed to be good, that I get less from him but I feel worthless.

Being alone is not the same as being on your own.

The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that to be left alone is not always to be forsaken.

I know lonely can be hard, but the longer you stay in the wrong relationship, the longer it will take for the right one to find you. Don't stay in a relationship that doesn't build you up.

I feel alone.I don't mean i feel lonely; I mean i feel alone, the same way i feel the blanket resting on my body, or the feathers of my pillow under my head, or the tight string of my sleep pants twisted up around my waist. I feel alone as if it were an actual thing, seeping throughout this whole level like mist blanketing a field, reaching into all the hidden corners of my room and finding nothing living but me. It's a cold sort of feeling, this.

There are people who like to be alone without feeling lonely at all.

Your poetry is lonely. And yet, you write to feel less alone

Eventually, we all end up alone.

Nobody enjoys the company of others as intensely as someone who usually avoids the company of others.

The best books, they don't talk about things you never thought about before. They talk about things you'd always thought about, but that you didn't think anyone else had thought about. You read them, and suddenly you're a little bit less alone in the world.

The very places that we presume God not to be are the very places that are filled with His footprints and littered with His fingerprints.

All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

She was alone.She missed him immediately.

I had a vision.I lay half asleep in the dirt. The sunset Behind the hills and burnt my skin.And in the dream I saw a throne--my throne,Built on the tower of my life.When I woke all I could think of was myVision, etched so clearly on my mind.I worked for three days and three nightsWith no food or drink, until my visionHad become a reality--perfect in everyDetail. I pondered the significance of thisEdifice and shook off my trance....I felt tired,I felt lonely,I felt confused,I felt so bloody confused,I felt like a right prat!

Where do you go when you're lonely?Where do you go when you're blue?Where do you go when you're lonely?I'll follow youWhen the stars go blue.

I find a certain degree of loneliness not only tolerable but deeply pleasurable.