It is the loneliness of longing for the love that is God, the loneliness that follows saying ‘no’ to the easy path so you can say ‘yes’ to the good one.

The Solution to the Long Loneliness? Love.

In time I recognized this, that I was lonely, and that my loneliness was entirely self-inflicted, but by the time I did I couldn’t do anything about it. I felt weighed down by some kind of heavier gravity. I felt like a satellite that’d fallen out of orbit — slowly drifting away into darkness, further and further away from the place I used to be.

The Irony of Loneliness

“The problem was that I was isolated — both physically and in that ethereal way other people likely wouldn’t understand — and in that isolation, I was helpless.”

—Dan Moore, The Irony of Loneliness

I am an introvert. I know this about myself. I enjoy being alone. Moreover — as is true of most introverts, I think — I romanticize the idea of being alone. Upon moving to the city, I imagined that it would say something about myself, being OK with being alone, as if an appreciation for solitude acts as some kind of evidence that one is stoic, and strong, and confident.

As is the case with most things one desires so solipsistically, however, once I obtained the solitude I sought, I found only disappointment, and sadness, and guilt, and anxiety. Which is to say that I found loneliness.

The Irony Of Loneliness, By Daniel Moore

november brings thanksgiving.
people do not understand.
thanksgiving is not for everyone.
not for those who are alone.
completely and utterly alone.

novembers by Joan Evans

“I think, dear child, the trouble and the long loneliness you hear me speak of is not far from me, which whensoever it is, happy success will follow…The pain is great, but very endurable, because He who lays on the burden also carries it.”

— Mary Ward, English Nun (1585-1645)

I admit I tend to hold unreal expectations over others. I’ve always gotten bored of people, and I hate it. Never-ending is my quest to find those souls who never yawn, or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous Roman candles.

And when I am inevitably let down by what I find, I retreat — back into my comfortable cave of isolation.

It is here that I wither and allow the loneliness to fester, until it is all I have left.
I guess what I’m trying to remind myself is that loneliness is a self-inflicted wound.

A Portrait of Loneliness

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow.

Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment.

The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

—Janet Fitch

All people feel alone at some time or another, even when they’re with other people, until they become free of the things of this world. At that point, God comes and comforts them.

—Elder Tadej Vitovničk

“Enduring loneliness is almost invariably better than suffering the compromises of false community. Loneliness is simply a price we may have to pay for holding on to a sincere, ambitious view of what companionship must and could be.”

Why We’re Fated to Be Lonely (But That’s OK)