Like most cities, London could be a lonely place...
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If you're constantly making yourself available to people's whims, your time will become less valuable. Keep your backbone in any relationship - make sure you're not so dedicated to it, and it shall stay sweet forever.
They're sharing a drink called loneliness, but at least its better than drinking alone.
Don't say I'm alone, this makes us depressed. loneliness are the moments when we can know more about ourselves. loneliness are the moments when we are only in God's company. Just feel it and enjoy these moments.
If you don't Understand the color of Darkness and Loneliness Then you must be Blind
It's indifference that breaks hearts, not love.
You are the least-alone person I have ever known. Your heart has always included within it everyone who let you love them, and many who did not.
All people are lonely in some ways. Some people are lonely in all ways."Now, Voyager" - Movie, 1942.
Finally, she said: ____ lonely_ _ it__ weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can__ help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you__e confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said: ____ lonely,_ and they ate her in the street.
The mainland can stretch until it breaks at the weakest points, and those weaknesses are called faults. Each island represented a victory and a defeat: it had either pulled itself free or pulled too hard and found itself alone. Later, as these islands grew older, they turned their misfortune into virtue, learned to accept their cragginess, their misshapen coasts, ragged where they'd been torn. They acquired grace.
People need me. I fill them. If they can't see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if I see them too often I get sick. It's hard to feed without getting fed.
In the sinking sand,where we__e come to rest,have I had a hand in your loneliness?
...At least you got Soda. I ain't got nobody." "Shoot," I said, startled out of my misery, "you got the whole gang. Dally didn't slug you tonight cause you're the pet. I mean, golly, Johnny, you got the whole gang." "It ain't the same as having your own folks care about you," Johnny said simply. "it just ain't the same.
Why would you want any other, when you__e a world within a world?
In other words, Shozaburo Takitani was now alone in the world. This was no great shock to him, however, nor did it make him feel particularly sad or miserable. He did, of course, experience some sense of absence, but he felt that, eventually, life had to turn out more or less like this. Everyone ended up alone sooner or later.
Longing was a feeling that was hard to live with. It didn__ ask permission. It didn__ pay attention to time or place. It was overwhelming and demanding, grasping and selfish. It clouded thoughts or made them too bright, too sharp. Longing demanded unconditional surrender. Lumikki tried to fight it and failed. She didn__ want to long and yet she longed. She didn__ want to remember, and yet her dreams and her body remembered, reminding her constantly.The longing was physical. It was dizziness. It was a seizing in her belly. It was the need to wrap her arms around herself alone in bed when there was no one else to do it for her. She felt the longing in her fingertips that yearned to stroke, to touch, to caress. The longing made her fingers restless, fiddling with the zipper of her jacket, the strings in her hoodie, fidgeting with whatever little thing happened to her hand. The longing made her teeth bite into her lower lip, leaving it chipped and almost bleeding. She knew she was being stupid. She knew her longing was pointless.
I was lonely, and a lonely heart has hungers that can overpower both common sense and dignity.
There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless.