— Alone is what I have. Alone protects me.
— No, friends protect people.
When I get bigger, big enough to go somewhere by myself, I want to go to a land that’s far away. I want to go to a faraway island. I want to go to an island that has no people. I want to go to an island that has no pain or sadness. On that island, I can climb a tree when I want to climb, swim in the sea when I want to swim, and sleep when I want to sleep. When I think about the town without me, I feel a sense of relief.
— I am not lonely, Sherlock.
— How would you know?
It's my fault I'm alone. I'm neurotic to the nth degree. <...> My closest relationship... is with my BlackBerry. Thank God it vibrates.
For a second, two seconds, they had exchanged an equivocal glance, and that was the end of the story.
But even that was a memorable event, in the locked loneliness in which one had to live.
Yes, life is a journey, one that is much better travelled with a companion by our side. Of course, that companion can be just about anyone... a neighbor on the other side of the street... or the man on the other side of the bed. The companion can be a mother with good intentions... or a child who's up to no good. Still, despite our best intentions, some of us will lose our companions along the way. And then the journey becomes unbearable. You see, human beings are designed for many things, but loneliness isn't one of them.
She can't relate to other people. She was always a lonely child.
...fate for not having married when the best chance was at hand. I started traveling. My luggage was snowed under blizzards of travel stickers. I have been alone in Paris, alone in Vienna, alone in London, and all in all, it is very much like being alone in Green Town, Illinois. It is, in essence, being alone.
He risked what could have been a relentlessly lonely path, but found company in the characters of the books he loved.
Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.