lonely

People are... Full of contradictions. They're lonely. And then they're not. They're missed. And then they're not.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

Everyone just outgrew me. Now I think I'm just haunting them.

A lonely soul is the best friend of itself

You know that I love you quite a lot --But sometimes... not. Sometimes not.I don't know why.I guess IJust hate you sometimes,Because sometimes I even hate myself,And she loves you.

All the things that you said when you thought I wasn't there,I just tell them to my corner, 'cause no one else would care.That way, when I'm with you, I can keep a cheerful face,But for the moment, I really just need some space.

If I exist, then surely there must be someone else out there like me.

Nobody really wants to be your friend when they discover that you work with dead people.

I know I've got no reason to be crying;I know that there is nowhere left to run.I know that there's no reason to be hiding,I'm just mad at everyone; mad at everyone.

Friends are a strange, volatile, contradictory, yet sticky phenomenon. They are made, crafted, shaped, molded, created by focused effort and intent. And yet, true friendship, once recognized, in its essence is effortless.Best friends are formed by time.Everyone is someone's friend, even when they think they are all

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

Great growth comes from loneliness. You have time to develop, dwell in your own mind and go a bit mad. All great people are a bit mad. That__ good to remember. Don__ escape it._Great growth comes from time spent in foreign lands, watching foreign people with foreign cultures. It makes you forget about your own land and race and town for a while. Great growth also comes from rooting yourself into one place from time to time. Unpack your bags, get a nice bed, a book shelf, some friends. Learn to show up, keep in touch, stick around._Growth comes in all sort of forms and shapes, everywhere at all times, and it__ yours to take and consume. Do what ought to be done. Here and now, to get you somewhere _ anywhere.

He thought how silly it was that he believed in something so arbitrary. He foolishly believed he had a purpose, that he was destined for something better.Now he had to live with the fact that he was just a lonely boy with no identity at all.And he had made a lot of terrible mistakes.

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

And then things would be fine. Then I'd be fine.

I was out on a lonely road that stretched forever into the darkness. I wanted to run, to get away from him, but it was so dark, I was afraid of where I was going.

Don't confuse love with the fear of being lonely...

Fear tells me that while there might be a host of people who wish to stand beside me in times of crisis, the tangled wreckage is sometimes so enormous that the best of their efforts leave them stranded at a great distance. And standing desperately alone surveying the carnage that holds all others a bay, God suddenly taps me on the shoulder, leans over and whispers, 'how about a little demolition?