#lone

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke ↗

— Vincent Van Gogh

#passion #loneliness

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. ↗

— David Levithan

#loneliness #loneliness

I believe in whatever gets you throught the night. [...] Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four A.M.knows all my secrets. ↗

— Poppy Z. Brite

#loneliness

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort. ↗

— Anne Rice

#loneliness

One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, "We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I'll make one. I'll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I'll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I'll make a sound that's so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I'll make me a sound and an apparatus and they'll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life." The Fog Horn blew. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#fog #loneliness #sadness #life

In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone. ↗

— William Makepeace Thackeray

#vanity

All the letters from A to Z couldn’t express what you mean to me. Not without cloning them and using some over and over ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#express #funny #letters #funny

I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#couple #love #imagination

I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends. ↗

— Vincent Van Gogh

#loss #moving-forward #solitude #the-yellow-house #life

We are strangers to our own lives, setting out in the dark to look for the adobe of Love which we were meant to know, guided by the Music that wants us to see. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#love #spirituality #love