I had no friends who would call upon me and break the monotony of my daily existence.

This book wouldn’t have been possible without my support. I know it’s a weird acknowledgment because most people credit their success to someone they love the most. Well, the thing is, I love myself the most for standing by myself when I couldn’t find anyone. When no one was there and I was surrounded by self-doubts, uncertainty, and a dark future, I didn’t give up on myself; for that, I want to thank myself. I want to thank myself for fighting hard against my own mind and doubts. I want to thank myself for doing everything it took to transform my dreams into my reality.

I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more. ... What I dread is the isolation. ... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.

I don’t have many friends, I just know a lot of people.

I had friends but I was spending a great deal of my time alone and for me that was vital because there's an awful lot you learn about yourself when you're alone.

Thanks to the people that walked in to my life and made it better. And thanks to the ones who walked out and made it amazing

I wish I had more friends, but people are such jerks. If you can just get most people to leave you alone, you're doing good. If you can find even one person you really like, you're lucky. And if that person can also stand you, you're really lucky.

When I didn't have friends, I had books.

I would like to thank the people who've brought me those dark moments, when I felt most wounded, betrayed. You have been my greatest teachers.

When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.

It's not your enemies who condemn you to solitude, it's your friends

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.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

At the times in my life when I was feeling the most gregarious and looking for bosom friendships, I couldn't find any takers, so that exactly when I was alone was when I felt the most like not being alone... I became a loner in my own mind... I decided I'd rather be alone.