loneliness

And I'm hoping there's some larger truth about suffering here, or at least my understanding of it - although I've come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't, and can't, understand. What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.

Rats! There goes the bell... oh, how I hate lunch hours! I always have to eat alone because nobody likes me... Peanut butter again... I wish that little red haired girl would come over, and sit with me. Wouldn__ it be great if she__ walk over here, and say, __ay I eat lunch with you, Charlie Brown?_ I__ give anything to talk with her... she__ never like me, though... I__ so blah and so stupid... she__ never like me... I wonder what would happen if I went over and tried to talk to her! Everyone would probably laugh... she__ probably be insulted someone as blah as I am tried to talk to her. I hate lunch hour... all it does is make me lonely... during class it doesn__ matter... I can__ even eat... Nothing tastes good... Rats! Nobody is ever going to like me... Lunch hour is the loneliest hour of the day!

I didn__ have the vaguest idea of what to do _ I couldn__ keep staring at the wall forever, I told myself. But even that admonition didn__ work. A faculty advisor reviewing a graduation thesis would have had the perfect comment: you write well, you argue clearly, but you don__ have anything to say.

Thirsty for attention is a cry of loneliness.

Wolves don't hunt singly, but always in pairs. The lone wolf was a myth.

Loneliness is the prison of the human spirit. When we are lonely, we pace back and forth in small, shut-in worlds.

Some people say dying alone is a fate worse than death itself. Well, they should try being alone during the living part sometimes. There's no quicker way to make you wonder why the hell you ever thought you'd want to return.

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now _ girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

Loneliness is a state of feeling that can be changed.People may still feel lonely even among the crowd.

My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.

Loneliness Ends With Love

Human beings, in point of fact, are lonely by nature, and one should feel sorry for them and love them and mourn with them. It is certain that people would understand one another better and love one another more if they would admit to one another how lonely they were, how sad they were in their tormented, anxious longings and feeble hopes.

And the bell jangled, the driver started. The bus whirled off, to the last stop, the lonely room, the lonely night.

In the weeks that followed, we amazed ourselves. Our habits slid apart easily...And our very few intimacies were simply discontinued. Where did they go, those things we did? Were they recycled? Did some new couple in China do them? Were a Swedish man and woman foot to foot at this very moment?

Twilight whippoorwill...Whistle on, sweet deepenerOf dark loneliness

See, that__ the thing about L.A._ When you__e mastered the art of feeling lonely in a room full of people, that__ when you know.

My main goal is to stay alive. To keep fooling myself into hanging around. To keep getting up every day. Right now I live without inspiration. I go day to day and do the work because it's all I know. I know that if I keep moving I stand a chance. I must keep myself going until I find a reason to live. I need one so bad. On the other hand maybe I don't. Maybe it's all bullshit. Nothing I knew from my old life can help me here. Most of the things that I believed turned out to be useless. Appendages from someone else's life.Everything I have I would give to not know what I know. To not feel emptiness as my constant companion. To not look into this room and be reminded why I'm in it. I'm not getting enough air. The room feels so small all of a sudden. It's pathetic to be this lonely and know it. To keep breathing. To be silent and alone. And to know.

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.