Loneliness is the only real freedom.

I took one of my hands in the other, tried to imagine what it would feel like if it was another person’s hand holding mine. There have been times where I felt that I might die of loneliness.

When the silence and the aloneness press down and around me, crushing me, carving through me like ice, I need to speak aloud sometimes, if only for proof of life.

Some people, weak people, fear solitude. What they fail to understand is that you don’t need anyone, you can take care of yourself.

People don’t like these facts, but I can’t help that. If someone asks you how you are, you are meant to say FINE. You are not meant to say that you cried yourself to sleep last night because you hadn’t spoken to another person for two consecutive days. FINE is what you say.

These days, loneliness is the new cancer—a shameful, embarrassing thing, brought upon yourself in some obscure way. A fearful, incurable thing, so horrifying that you dare not mention it; other people don’t want to hear the word spoken aloud for fear that they might too be afflicted, or that it might tempt fate into visiting a similar horror upon them.

We, as sportsmen, we’re not used to just sitting at home and being at home all day. We want to go out. We want to play sport. We want to be in the gym, want to train; we want to hit balls, and when you’re not physically able to do that, it’s really tough. It starts playing on the mind a lot more.

A little good company, a little understanding, even a little love is all they need, and they often appreciate it. A little of everything, of course, because his loneliness is insatiable

The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting right next to you and know you can never have them.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.

Can you imagine how terrible it is when you’ve got everything and you’re still desperately lonely? That is awful beyond words.

We no longer live on what we have, but on promises; no longer in the present day, but in the darkness of the future, which we expect will at last bring the proper sunrise

People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.

Dark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me.

This long disease, my life

It is normal to give away a little of one’s life in order not to lose it all

I awoke, only to see the rest of the World was still asleep.

He felt he was himself and did not want to be otherwise. He only wanted to be better than he had been before.