Isn't it funny how you can be alone or in a crowd full of people and still feel lonely.

People say follow your heart,but I gave it to you.

Lying is easy. But it's lonely."
"What do you mean?"
"When you lie to everyone about everything, what's left? What's true?"
"Nothing," I say.
"Exactly.

A lonely, quiet person has observations and experiences that are at once both more indistinct and more penetrating than those of one more gregarious; his thoughts are weightier, stranger, and never without a tinge of sadness. . . . Loneliness fosters that which is original, daringly and bewilderingly beautiful, poetic. But loneliness also fosters that which is perverse, incongruous, absurd, forbidden.

No matter how much I think, no matter how much I try, I can't fill this void of loneliness in my heart.

One who knows himself thoroughly will always find loneliness either being presence in crowd or simply alone.