I always felt an outsider.

I have a great deal of company in the house, especially in the morning when nobody calls.

Before I started school striking I had no energy, no friends and I didn’t speak to anyone. I just sat alone at home, with an eating disorder. All of that is gone now, since I have found a meaning, in a world that sometimes seems shallow and meaningless to so many people.

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.

I will never be happy without having someone. Going to sleep alone kills me.

It is better to be alone than in bad company.

The worst solitude is to have no real friendships.

I don’t care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.

No one can live without relationship. You may withdraw into the mountains, become a monk, a sannyasi, wander off into the desert by yourself, but you are related. You cannot escape from that absolute fact. You cannot exist in isolation.

I’ve never thought about songwriting as a weapon. I’ve only thought about it as a way to help me get through love and loss and sadness and loneliness and growing up.

When you get to a place where you understand that love and belonging, your worthiness, is a birthright and not something you have to earn, anything is possible.

I don’t like being alone.

I actually started off majoring in computer science, but I knew right away I wasn’t going to stay with it. It was because I had this one professor who was the loneliest, saddest man I’ve ever known. He was a programmer, and I knew that I didn’t want to do whatever he did.

What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.

We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

I used to consider the listener. But now I’m in a space where, if I’m not inspired, I can’t really do the music. I can’t feel it.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

We of the sinking middle class may sink without further struggles into the working class where we belong, and probably when we get there it will not be so dreadful as we feared, for, after all, we have nothing to lose.

I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

I’d always somehow felt slightly as if I’d been born in the wrong country.

If you want special results, you have to feel special things and do special things together. You can speak about spirit, or you can live it.

I’m not one of those guys that has a great worldview. I kind of deal with terror and fear and isolation and abandonment.

Many people, especially young people, would like to be more independent and on their own. But it is very difficult and they suffer from feelings of isolation. I think that is one reason why young readers support my work.

We are rarely proud when we are alone.

I became a people-watcher when I lost all my friends when I was 12.

I was very depressed when I was 19… I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

My experiences at Princeton have made me far more aware of my ‚blackness‘ than ever before. I have found that at Princeton, no matter how liberal and open-minded some of my white professors and classmates try to be toward me, I sometimes feel like a visitor on campus; as if I really don’t belong.

The land created me. I’m wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I’m more at home in the vacant lots.

I’m perpetually lonely.

I have to admit I’ve found myself doing the same things that a lot of other rock stars do or are forced to do. Which is not being able to respond to mail, not being able to keep up on current music, and I’m pretty much locked away a lot. The outside world is pretty foreign to me.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.

Every utopia – let’s just stick with the literary ones – faces the same problem: What do you do with the people who don’t fit in?

I’ve felt like an outsider all my life. It comes from my mother, who always felt like an outsider in my father’s family. She was a powerful woman, and she motivated my father.

The worst times were the years I was alone. The image to the public entering the courtroom was eight men, of a certain size, and then this little woman sitting to the side. That was not a good image for the public to see.

I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.

It’s the journey of self, I guess. You start with this kind of loner, outside guy, which a lot of people can relate to, and he goes out into the world.

I am in the world feeling my way to light ‚amid the encircling gloom.‘

There is something in the way that we are now, with our cell phones, and people are not looking at each other and not being in the moment with each other, that kids feel isolated.

I’d like to be the last person alive in the world! Yes, I’d like to know what happens.

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

Israel is following policies which maximise its security threats… policies which choose expansion over security… policies which lead to their moral degradation, their isolation, their delegitimation, as they call it now, and very likely ultimate destruction. That’s not impossible.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

So many writers don’t like to write… I like to write, and sometimes I’m afraid I like it too much, because when I get into work, I don’t want to leave it. And as a result, I’ll go for days and days and days without leaving my house.

I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It’s hard to keep awake with nothing to do.

It seems to me that terrestrial beings, as they become more autonomous, psychologically richer, shut themselves up in a way against one another, and at the same time gradually become strangers to the cosmic environment and currents, impenetrable to one another, and incapable of exteriorizing themselves.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

I really do feel part of America to my very bones; at the same time, I know that I come from somewhere else.

If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.

Dreams have only one owner at a time. That’s why dreamers are lonely.

My friends, there are no friends.

Fear is a spirit that produces a feeling.

Smooth functioning of social life has always depended on the recognition of certain basic limits to behavior. We cannot simply say or do anything we wish, or offend people, without paying consequences – isolation, ostracism, etc.

I don’t think that my kind of journalism has ever been universally popular. It’s lonely out here.

Those movies sure got me into a rut.

The feeling is constantly growing on me that I had been the first to hear the greeting of one planet to another.

I really don’t pay attention to the outside world when I’m incarcerated, because being in prison is like being in a different world. So I don’t pay attention to what’s going on outside of jail, because it’s all beyond my control.