It's so stupid because all I wanted was space and now that I have it, there's this part of me that's achingly lonely I could die.

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

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.

Only the thirsty knows the real taste of water; only the lonely knows the real weight of emptiness!

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.