Lauren DeStefano Quotes

I'm just like any other man. I understand why people become reclusive. One of my weaknesses is that I sometimes allow people in that shouldn't be in my life.

The less people know about you, the more you understand how beautiful life is. It's good when you exist only on screen. I don't want them to take me home. I love to have my privacy.

I just love my privacy.

I never said, 'I want to be alone.' I only said, 'I want to be left alone.' There is all the difference.

Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.

I don't want anybody guarding me. I want to be free; I want to be left alone... I would like to go out there and have no one know me, but at the same time, it would bother me, y'know.

I like to have space.

I find it really hard to be close to anybody.

I like my space.

It takes loneliness in oneself to recognize it in another.

That's one good thing about the way life is, that no one can know you if you don't let them.

You can use your time to build bridges or walls.The latter is not only unChristlike, it limits impact & creates loneliness.

I have always had plenty of friends, and now at age sixty, I face four walls as a common prisoner.

I used to do everything to keep a wall up around myself and keep my life quiet so that I could write.

I didn't confide in men. Well, I didn't confide in anyone.

The opposite of Loneliness is not Togetherness , It's Intimacy.

It seems to me that you need a lot of courage, or a lot of something, to enter into others, into other people. We all think that everyone else lives in fortresses, in fastnesses: behind moats, behind sheer walls studded with spikes and broken glass. But in fact we inhabit much punier structures. We are, as it turns out, all jerry-built. Or not even. You can just stick your head under the flap of the tent and crawl right in. If you get the okay.

I wanted to be somewhere else ... Someplace where the sight of me sobbing would tie me to no one and no one to me.

I don't talk to everybody, so they don't really know the real me. I don't think anybody will.

Now I see that all relationships are virtual, even those that take place in person. Whether we use our bodies or a keyboard, it all comes down to two minds crying out from their solitude.

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.

Was it so much to ask just to be left alone?

Impossible, I realize, to enter another’s solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known. A man will say: I am cold. Or else he will say nothing, and we will see him shivering. Either way, we will know that he is cold. But what of the man who says nothing and does not shiver? Where all is intractable, here all is hermetic and evasive, one can do no more than observe. But whether one can make sense of what he observes is another matter entirely

Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.

I really do work in solitude.