Everything about life makes me lonely.

Life is everything and nothing all at once.

If practice makes perfect and nobody's perfect then why practice?

Don't judge yourself by somebody else's standards. You will always lose.

'And how are you?', said Winnie-the-Pooh. (...) 'Not very how', he said. 'I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time.'

The world seemed cruel and boring, and I'm not sure which was worse.

But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart.