Lonely
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.
I never feel lonely if I've got a book — they're like old friends. Even if you're not reading them over and over again, you know they are there. And they're part of your history. They sort of tell a story about your journey through life.
Our uniqueness makes us special, makes perception valuable - but it can also make us lonely. This loneliness is different from being 'alone': You can be lonely even surrounded by people. The feeling I'm talking about stems from the sense that we can never fully share the truth of who we are. I experienced this acutely at an early age.
Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own.
The time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself.
Even cats grow lonely and anxious.
Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.
If you are afraid of being lonely, don't try to be right.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
When I wrote about media and technology, I had a lot of lonely, even intimate book talks. Since writing about dogs, I have a lot of company at book signings.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
It's a vast, lonely, forbidding expanse of nothing rather like clouds and clouds of pumice stone. And it certainly does not appear to be a very inviting place to live or work.
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
At school I pretended I had a normal life, but I felt lonely all the time and different from everyone else. I never felt like I fit in, and I wasn't allowed to participate in after-school activities, go to sports events or parties or date boys. Many times I had to make up stories about why I couldn't do anything with my classmates.
When you feel that the way you interpret the world is fairly idiosyncratic, you can feel somewhat ostracized and lonely.