Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.
Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.
If one’s different, one’s bound to be lonely.
I’m too alone in the world, yet not alone enough.[Ich bin auf der Welt zu allein und doch nicht allein genug.]
I’m tired of living unable to love anyone. I don’t have a single friend – not one. And, worst of all, I can’t even love myself. Why is that? Why can’t I love myself? It’s because I can’t love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what I am saying? A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.
I’m not much but I’m all I have.
I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.
I am alone, and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me.
Human beings can withstand a week without water, two weeks without food, many years of homelessness, but not loneliness. It is the worst of all tortures, the worst of all sufferings.
Each way means loneliness – and communion.
