This world that I live in is empty and cold; the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

I've felt as if I didn't exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can't imagine how much alone I've been all my life.

I am full of fears, for if I fail there, I am an outcast in the world forever.

I know nothing - nothing in the world - of the hearts of men. I only know that I am alone - horribly alone.

So now I am alone in the world, with no brother, neighbour or friend, nor any company left me but my own.

The fear of finding oneself alone – that is what they suffer from – and so they don’t find themselves at all.

I am abandoned in the world... in the sense that I find myself suddenly alone and without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, no matter what I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant.

I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.

If you do not follow somebody you feel very lonely. Be lonely
then. Why are you frightened of being alone? Because you are
faced with yourself as you are and you find that you are empty,
dull, stupid, ugly, guilty and anxious - a petty, shoddy, secondhand
entity. Face the fact; look at it, do not run away from it. The
moment you run away fear begins.

The solitude of writing is also quite frightening. It's quite close to madness, one just disappears for a day and loses touch.

I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.

I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead.

Many people suffer from the fear of finding oneself alone, and so they don't find themselves at all.

I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.