You told me to remember the difference between sadness and unhappiness…I think about that a lot. I think about you a lot. But that doesn’t matter, nothing really matters anymore. I’m sorry that I never told you I loved you.
I was never lonely neither when I was alone, nor with others. But I would have liked to be alone at last. Loneliness means I’m finally whole.
― Wings of Desire
She was waiting, but she didn’t know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.
― Albert Camus, ‘The Adulterous Woman’ from Exile And The Kingdom