I don't know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It's as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn't include me anymore.
You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody's one and only.
I've always felt like my nose is pressed to glass. I always feel a little bit like an outsider.
I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.
I've been an outsider all my life - I don't care.
I have withdrawal pains about not getting to work the people (on the show).
I felt very lonely when they were all there.
Being a stranger was like being dead, and brought to mind how, in a book he had read that most folks misunderstood one common state: The flip side of love is indifference, not hate.
I get sometimes; I get lonesome right in the middle of a crowd.
I always felt a bit alone and isolated from other people...I did a lot of pretending as a child. It was my way of coping with the fact that I didn't feel like I fit in.
You go through your life feeling like an outsider, and you respond to society in a different way when you feel like an outsider.
I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.
I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.
At the age of twenty six I am in the condition of an aged person - all my old friends are gone... & my heart fails when I think by how few ties I hold to the world.
I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.
I do not feel an exile from America in any sense.
There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.
If I'm going to feel estranged and alienated and away from home I don't want anyone interrupting it to debate which berries to have in their pancakes.
I definitely understand what it's like not having family around when you want them there, but you don't live in the same city.
I love my husband, and I wanted to support him, but the transition to Washington has been my hardest experience. I felt very lonely and isolated.
We found ourselves veiled and separated from our friends.
... even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn’t the right word. What’s the word I’m wanting here? Lonely. That’s it. It was a little bit lonely.
... we are all terribly alone no matter what people say.
It’s hard for everyone isn’t it? Anyone who says it’s easy is a liar. There’s this huge divide between me and Alex right now because I feel like we’re living in such different worlds, I don’t know what to talk about with him anymore. And we used to be able to talk all night. He phones once a week and I listen to what he’s been up to during the week and try to bite my tongue every time I go into another Katie story. Truth is I have nothing other to talk about but her and I know it bores people. I think I used to be interesting once upon a time.
