You have got a sharp tongue, haven't you honey? You'll have to watch it or you'll go to a lonely spinster's grave.
And afterward, in the small cabin, they'd do this, this tangle of bodies, this blurring of the edges that kept people distant and lonely.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own.
Experiencing those moments of being alone... is a very, very weird flooring and exposing position to be in when you're just not used to it... But I've never been lonely. And with my kids Mia and Joe that remains the case.
I've also seen that great men are often lonely. This is understandable, because they have built such high standards for themselves that they often feel alone. But that same loneliness is part of their ability to create.
Emily Dickinson , in my opinion, is the perfect (although admittedly slightly cliche) poet for lonely fat girls.
My only relief is to sleep. When I'm sleeping, I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not lonely, I'm nothing.
The heart makes its choices without weighing the consequences. It doesn't look ahead to the lonely nights that follow.
Learning from other people's mistakes is better than making your owns. And it is easier to live lonely than to have a broken heart.
Could there be anything more sad and more lonely than remembering what terrible things the future will bring?
It's so stupid because all I wanted was space and now that I have it, there's this part of me that's achingly lonely I could die.
One of the greatest acts of service you can do is to find someone who is secretly lonely and be a friend to them, if only for a day.
But a lonely man is an unnatural man, and soon comes to perplexity. From perplexity to fantasy. From fantasy to madness.
My story is a sad and lonely one, and beautiful and lively and joyful. It's not perfect; it is what it is. This is a story. But it is not a fairytale.
My name is Patricia Lauren Bordeaux, and I, like my creator before me, am a very lonely vampire.
He takes a few dazed steps, the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconsciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps.
To you, whoever you are, when I am gone — remember to be kind tonight to some lonely person. For me.
They don't know those places in me. Only he does. Only he has seen the darkness inside of me and turns into love and light.
People need other people to feel things for them," she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself.
A father knows his child's heart, as only a child can know his fathers.
