Loneliness is a b**ch. And it’s a lonely world out there.
Loneliness becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy if you are isolating and self-medicating.
Just remember, the only person who will always be with you is you. And when that’s enough, you’ll never be lonely.
It’s not the demons with the pitchforks that make hell so unbearable. It’s being alone with your memories.
In all my happiest memories, I’m single. That troubles me.
I’d hate to be a man, honestly. It’d just be so lonely. I mean, they’re so competitive. It’s like, can they even be friends with each other?[to Harper]
I was alone and surrounded by people, the worst sort of loneliness there is.
I never had anybody like me.
I know that the world can be harsh, but you’re not alone.[to Cal]
I don’t want to be alone.
I always accepted love as a prison. I just never expected to be in it alone.
Houses, they don’t make noises when they’re full of people, but when they’re empty, man, they moan and they creak and they shift in place.
