Love is two Tuesdays back to back, and I’m just a lonely Wednesday waiting on today.


sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in.

I play my harmonica when I’m in love, because the harmonica is the instrument of loneliness.

Love is where unseen and unsaid things merge with each otherwhere silence is thirsty of happenings

I am lost in my world,invisible - unknown.Moon please lend meyour light that someonewill me see me.

Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need.

Things change after you die, though - I guess because dying is about the loneliest thing you can do.

A lonely person on a college campus is never more than a few minutes and a bad decision from company.

The couch was wide enough for two, but I sat in it alone. Was I obese in body—or skinny in love?

When your action is gone, and all that’s left is motionlessness, I’ll be there, whistling.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

I don't mind being alone either. The only problem is that if you're always alone, you get lonely.

Being lonely and loving your own company are two very different things. Don't ever get them mixed up.

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...