lonely

To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to sweat over lonely labor, to be given a chance to create, is the meat and potatoes of life. The money is the gravy.

Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

In my adolescence, I think I felt very outcast; I felt lonely. I felt great loneliness, and sometimes I wouldn't partake in Christmas, and I would go off and wander in the streets of Melbourne.

Actually, my mother and Alfie came for three weeks' Christmas vacation and stayed for 21 years. I guess my mother never went back because she was lonely.

People in this world of superficial communication find themselves isolated and lonely and have difficult in talking about personal things that really matter to them.

I think people tend to see the bigger point, which is maybe not fitting in and feeling like you didn't have the childhood that you expected you would have, or that you felt lonely or struggled with drugs and alcohol or just that you were able to achieve your dreams.

As far as loneliness, I feel Los Angeles and its layout, having to drive everywhere - it is a lonely place. It's an isolated city in that respect because you're driving to places alone listening to the radio.

Our work for human dignity is often lonely, and almost always an uphill climb. At times, our efforts are misunderstood, and we are mistaken for the enemy. There has been a clear erosion of respect for U.N. blue and our impartiality.

Whether you've seen angels floating around your bedroom or just found a ray of hope at a lonely moment, choosing to believe that something unseen is caring for you can be a life-shifting exercise.

Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.

Writing is a lonely business.

Miss Abigail, I want to be an author because writers know when a person is lonely. I mean, when Molly read me some books, those writers reached out and said, Look Gideon, we know about your loneliness and we know you're feeling downtrodden. And they said...I'll stand up for you. You're not lone anymore.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

If you learn to really sit with loneliness and embrace it for the gift that it is_an opportunity to get to know YOU, to learn how strong you really are, to depend on no one but YOU for your happiness_you will realize that a little loneliness goes a LONG way in creating a richer, deeper, more vibrant and colorful YOU.

You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you__e the house where people come and go as they please, because you__e simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn__ let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You__e still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn__ have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there, apathetic like a beggar in the desert.

The worst distance between two people is misunderstanding