lonely

He had never imagined that a man in love could be so lonely.

The lonely evenings in the life of a newly married girl may be really agonizing.

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.

He was so lonely that he laughed at himself.

She was smart and terribly determined, this girl-her will was pure steel, through and through-but she was as human as anyone else. She was lonely, too. Lonely in a way that perhaps only single girls fresh from small Midwestern towns know. Homesickness is not always a vague, nostalgic, almost beautiful emotion, although that is somehow the way we always seem to picture it in our mind. It can be a terribly keen blade, not just a sickness in metaphor but in fact as well. It can change the way one looks at the world; the faces one sees in the street look not just indifferent but ugly....perhaps even malignant. Homesickness is a real sickness- the ache of the uprooted plant.

This is not to say, there never comes a day I'll take my chances and start again. And when I look behind on all my younger times, I'll have to thank the wrongs that led me to a love so strong.

His lies were the taste of agave syrup and I fell for everyone of them...vulnerable me! I promise myself never to feel this lonely again...never.

Two worlds one family

Too big, too empty, too heartbreaking . . . Too much to cope with

If you didn't understand the need for friendship or love, could you be lonely?

He says he__ lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her. She says she__ lonely too. She doesn__ say why.

That__ the way Chris lives, warning everyone who gets close of the lightning that may strike. Never touch anything, never make a mark. But Anatole can__ live that way. The world__ too lonely a place: he has to touch things, he has to put his arms around them.

Writing is lonely. Until that moment you write your first character and suddenly you have company.

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.

Nobody would have anything to do with him. He began to drop things and to trip. He had a shy and hopeful manner in each new contact, and he was always disappointed. Because he NEEDED a friend so desperately, he never found one.

A Cue from NatureRun outside during a thunderstormThat downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilarationThat__ what unlonely is like

It is a lonely thing, remembering for someone else.

Why come back to this empty house, and this Manila with a strange face; the one I never knew? All those lonely islands. They will keep afloat without me.