#lon

If one's different, one's bound to be lonely. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#different

In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. ↗

— Eleanor Roosevelt

#die #ends #lives #long #long run

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#being #being overwhelmed #frightened #had #high

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#auden #bhie #sarah-dessen #hurt

[Adam picks up the camera] "I have to get a shot of this." The reaction in the room was swift, and unanimous: every single person except me raised their hands at once to cover their faces. The accompanying utterances, though, were varied. I heard everything from "Please no" (Maggie), to "Jesus Christ" (Wallace), to "Stop it or die" (I'm assuming it's obvious). ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#auden #camera #eli #photo #christ

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#best #broken #fragments #glue #good

Have you ever met someone and felt… I don't know how to describe it, felt a chance at having something that eluded you? I don't know… Forget I said anything." I knew what he meant. He was describing that moment when you realize that you are lonely. For a time you can be alone and doing fine and never give a thought to living any other way and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived because you wish to be with that person and angry, because their absence brings you misery. It's a strange feeling, akin to desperation, a feeling that makes you wait by the phone even though you know that the call is an hour away. I was not going to lose my balance. Not yet. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#chance

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think? ↗

— Christine Feehan

#crowd #lonely #trouble

I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss—you can’t do it alone. ↗

— John Cheever

#alone

Looks like nobody’s home,” Puck said, turning in a slow circle. “Hellooooooooo? Anybody here?” “Be quiet, Goodfellow,” Ash growled, peering into the shadows with narrowed eyes. “We’re not alone.” “Yeah? How do you figure that, prince? I don’t see anyone.” “The cait sith has disappeared.” “ … Crap. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#puck #puck-and-ash #alone