#lonely

At times in my life, I have been utterly lonely. At other times, I've had disgusting infectious diseases. Try admitting these things in our culture. ↗

— Martha Beck

#been #culture #diseases #disgusting #had

It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us. ↗

— Jackson Pearce

#emotions #emptiness #empty #fathomless #jackson-pearce

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#gatsby #lonely #love #romance #love

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. ↗

— Tara Brown

#lonely #love #love

To be me is to be different... ↗

— Robert Fanney

#left-out #lonely #luthiel #self #dreams

Do you ever feel that way?" "Lonely?" I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it." He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a part of myself I shouldn't have. "Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last. "What?" "Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another. ↗

— Libba Bray

#found #gemma-doyle #kartik #lonely #lost

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

And anything that might hurt me would just make me stronger in the end. ↗

— Elizabeth Eulberg

#lonely

We're always contradicting ourselves. We want people to tell us apart.... ...yet we don't want them to be able to. We want people to get to know us... ...but we also want them to keep their distance. We've always longed for someone to accept us... But we never believed there'd be anyone who would accept our twisted ways. That's why we'll stay locked up tight... ...in our own little private world... ...and throw away the key, so that no one can ever hurt us. ↗

— Bisco Hatori

#ouranhighschoolhostclub #psychology #twins #lonely

After that, the book will fade, the way all books fade in your mind. But I hope you will remember this: A man walking fast down a dark lonely street. Quick steps and hard breathing, all wonder and need. A bell above a door and the tinkle it makes. A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time. ↗

— Robin Sloan

#lonely