Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

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.

All men's misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone.

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be.

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone.

Living alone makes it harder to find someone to blame.

All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.