I realize that I live on the bubble of insanity. I feel the weight of human suffering, loneliness and despair on me all the time. It's not getting easier; if anything, it's always right on the edge of my skin.
The laughter of the world is merely loneliness pathetically trying to reassure itself.
Fear is the process of the mind in the struggle of becoming. In becoming good there is the fear of evil; in becoming complete, there is the fear of loneliness.
We enter solitude, in which also we lose loneliness. True solitude is found in the wild places, where one is without human obligation. One’s inner voices become audible. One feels the attraction of one’s most intimate sources. In consequence, one responds more clearly to other lives. The more coherent one becomes within oneself as a creature, the more fully one enters into the communion of all creatures.
Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.
Photography is a very lonely medium. There’s a kind of beautiful loneliness in voyeurism. And that’s why I’m a photographer.
Being alone was easier. No risk, just loneliness. No one ever died from that.
The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone.
I need noise and interruptions and irritation: irritation and discomfort are a great starter. The loneliness of doing it any other way would kill me.
It brings spiritual warfare and suffering for the priest as he identifies with those who suffer, and shares the frustrations, anger, and incomprehensibility of that suffering in what it does to those who suffer. The priest shares in these struggles of his suffering people, the uncertainties it brings, the sense of divine abandonment it induces, and the loneliness caused.
I will never say the things that I want to say to you. I know the damage it would do. I love you more than I hate my loneliness and pain.
One can be instructed in society, one is inspired only in solitude.
Sometimes I dread loneliness more than bores. Other times, the reverse.
Every human being in that case resembles Christ in his loneliness; and that is the hardest part, that's real hunger.
the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.
Loneliness is a very special place, Silently silently you touch my face
Do not think I do not realise what I am doing. I am making a composition using the following elements: the winter beach; the winter moon; the ocean; the women; the pine trees; the riders; the driftwood; the shells; the shapes of darkness and the shapes of water; and the refuse. These are all inimical to my loneliness because of their indifference to it. Out of these pieces of inimical indifference, I intend to represent the desolate smile of winter which, as you must have gathered, is the smile I wear.
He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.
Loneliness is not being alone, It's loving others to no avail.
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.