Augusten Burroughs Quotes

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

One of the oldest aches in the bones of humanity is loneliness. I mean it's one of the things that goes way back; loneliness is not good for the world. And so, whoever you are, gay or straight, it is totally normal, natural, and healthy to want somebody to go through life with. It's central to our humanity.

In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.

Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.

Sometimes my hands they don’t feel like my own; I need someone to love, I need someone to hold.

Not to be alone. To be spared the possibility of knowing oneself, in aloneness.

Solitude is separate experience.

I want someone who will adore me so much that they cannot even walk past me without touching me in some way. I want someone who will worship me, even when.. I'm sitting around in fluffy slippers with no makeup on and hair scraped back. I'm sick and tired of being on my own. Most of the time I'm fine. Some of the time I even quite enjoy it. But at this precise moment in time I'm fed up with it. I've had enough.

And it was lonely, to yearn, all alone.

It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love... She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world.

If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

The night is my companion, and solitude my guide.

Face to face, just you and me, with no rules. Just like you, I get lonely too.

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever. We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye.

For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?

I miss having someone to cuddle up and have an early night with. But I'm looking. Meanwhile, I'm having a few relationships that don't mean much.

My shadow serves as the friend I crave

Me and my shadow Strolling down the avenue Oh, me and my shadow Not a soul to tell our troubles to And when it's twelve o'clock we climb the stairs We never knock 'cause nobody's there Just me and my shadow All alone and feeling blue

I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.

I'm lonely and I'm still kind of searching for someone I can have a real connection with.

He was thirty-one now, not too old, but old enough to be lonely. He hadn't dated since he'd been back here, hadn't met anyone who remotely interested him. It was his own fault, he knew. There was something that kept a distance between him and any woman who started to get close, something he wasn't sure he could change even if he tried. And sometimes in the moments right before sleep came, he wondered if he was destined to be alone forever.