I was alone,
only ‘til you took me away. Waiting for a bottle of truth,
I’m just a lonely guy in my youth.

A solitary man is a God, or a beast.

Alone am I, and alone I wish to be;
Alone my sweet love has left me.
Alone am I, without friend or mate,
Alone am I, mournful and angry.

The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

O you singer, solitary, singing by yourself — projecting me;
O solitary me, listening — nevermore shall I cease perpetuating you;
Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations,
Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,
Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there, in the night,
By the sea, under the yellow and sagging moon,
The messenger there arous’d — the fire, the sweet hell within,
The unknown want, the destiny of me.

Everybody's having fun,
except me I'm the lonely one
I live in shame.

Will I ever meet someone
That will take the bitter taste from my mouth?
I am loneliness
I wish I had someone to miss

When a man is one of a kind, he will be lonely wherever he is.

Wherever you are, be a solitary in your way of thinking—alone and a stranger in heart, not involved <with the world>.

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey’s gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.

A man is a lonely thing.

The artist after all is a solitary being.

Till you're walking beside me, I'll walk alone.

Lone I muse but feel not lonely,
Covert solitude’s my lore;
For my company I only
Want my thoughts and nothing more.