I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all.

Loneliness is that feeling to understand your own Self

If we are alone, we become more alone. Life is strange

Being brave and being alone aren't the same thing.

None fills the void like the company of a true friend.

Since nature abhors a vacuum, the void must be in you.

I have been a stranger here in my own land: All my life

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

Sometimes the silence is the loudest thing in the room.

My despair is less despair than boredom and loneliness.

At times I feel like a socket that remembers its tooth.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm racing with my own shadow

In the silence of night, great minds either unite or die

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

We expect more from technology and less from each other.