I was always lonely and I am lonely still.

The power of depression is undeniable
When I’m in its grip
I don’t remember ever feeling any other way

I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.

It has always been a mystery to me ... how beauty and anguish can share the same moment

I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me…

being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

And never have I felt so deeply
at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.

In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I love my melancholy.

I was always either so unreasonably and pointlessly happy that no one place could seem to contain me, or so melancholy, so sick and silly with sadness that there was no place I could stomach the thought of entering. I hated it here. And I have never been as happy as when I was here. And these two things together confront me with the beak and claws of the True.

Loneliness

I too have known loneliness.
I too have known what it is to feel
misunderstood,
rejected, and suddenly
not at all beautiful.
Oh, mother earth,
your comfort is great, your arms never withhold.
It has saved my life to know this.
Your rivers flowing, your roses opening in the morning.
Oh, motions of tenderness!

La tristesse durera toujours.
[<i>The sadness will last forever.</i>]

My father's love was always strong
My mother's glamour lives on and on.
Yet still inside I felt alone,
for reasons unknown to me.

...that fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseperable from the perfection of the beautiful.

The worst kind of loneliness gripped him. The kind you feel alongside another person.