Quotes About Loneliness

He had abandoned her after all; it filled her with the kind of bone-deep disappointment she knew so well.

Now she knew better, of course. For more than a year she'd been telling herself it was okay, that she could go on without a best friend. Sometimes she even believed it.

People had called Isabelle impetuous for as long as she could remember. And then rash and, most lately, reckless. In the past year, she had grown up enough to see the truth of it. From earliest memory, she had acted first and thought about consequences later. Perhaps it was because she'd felt alone for so long. No one had ever been her sounding board, her best friend. She hadn't had someone with whom to strategize or work through her problems.

He stood up slowly and took her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched. Remember

My dearest Tully— I am so sorry. I know how afraid you are of being alone, of being left behind, but God has His plan for all of us. I would have stayed with you longer if I could have. Your grandfather and I will always be watching out for you from Heaven.

Talking about Meghann's painful choice and the lonely years that had followed it wouldn't help. Her past wasn't a collection of memories to be worked through; it was like an oversize Samsonite with a bum wheel.

He stood up slowly and took her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

KeÅŸke geri gelseydi... KeÅŸke hiç gitmeseydi... Anlam?yor muydu? Ondan baÅŸka kimsesinin olmad???n? anlam?yor muydu? Onsuz bu dünyan?n ürkütücü, tuhaf, soÄŸuk, yaln?z ve boÅŸ bir yer olduÄŸunu anlam?yor muydu?

It was all she really wanted: someone to talk to.

She stood in the hallway, watching him walk away from her. Near the end of the corridor, he merged into the white-clad

She was so tired of begging people to love her.

They'd spent most of one summer here, taking their separate, lonely lives and braiding them into a rope of friendship.

without the aid of alcohol. "There are no parties to attend," he

Every day is darker and colder.

wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

Had she learned nothing in life? People left. She knew that. They especially left her.

Inside, the house echoed the voice of a man who wasn't there.

On bad days, like today, she knew that she had always been an outsider in her own family. They had sensed the lack in her early on, seen that she didn't fit in.

She closed her eyes for a moment, remembered another time when she'd been scared and felt alone, back when she'd been sick. That was the first time her grandfather had leaned down and whispered, Be brave, into her ear. And then, Or pretend to be. It's all the same.

Being alone in a crowd is the worst, I think. Everyone belongs somewhere except you.

like a kid in a time-out, looking terrified. Crystal's

My side of the bed. It's funny, but some things don't change after the death of a spouse, and that's one of them. The left side of the bed is mine even though I am alone in it.

I think it was Mother Teresa who said that loneliness is the worst kind of poverty

loneliness is the worst kind of poverty