All Quotes By Tag: Loneliness

“My recurring desire for you has brought me to a point, where, the life I always imagine I shall have with you, seems like a distant memory.”

“My earnest desire for you has brought me to a point, where the life I’ve imagined we shall have, seems like a distant memory.”

“My hearts been fleeting up so high,I’m longing for the leaps of the day & heaps of the night to pace my soul with a subtle sublimity of myth.”

“Wolves mated for life. Where was he? Where was the echo to her howl, her mate? Was there no other lone wolf, searching the hills for her?”

“So I died many times that year.In the cold, in the storm, on the run or on the drunk for my heart did not want to beatbut kept on beating anywayand my pain was as real as real can be,and I tried to learn and deal and run and feelbut nothing really worked.I built a comfortable home in my sorrow and settled into a quiet living. No sparks or grand gestures, just a simple daily hymn to comfort. The leaves fell off the trees and coloured this city in all kinds of pretty, and some days that was enough to make me smile at least a little bit, within.”

“From midnight to 4: 00 AM is the loneliest time in the world. Because for those of us too sad to sleep, the only thing we have to look at is an empty bed, and the only thing we have to think of is every single person who didn’t want to fill it tonight.”

“For the briefest moment, Ulla despised Signy, as we can only hate those who rescue us from loneliness.”

“The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.”

“Spending time with God will fill vacant places in our lives.”

“But if as you read this book you’re saying to yourself: “I’d rather be miserably married than be alone.” Well young lady, take out your clown shoes and buckle your seat belt – it’s going to be a very bumpy one-woman circus.”

“loneliness can fly a helicopter through a cut-out shapeof a helicopter the same size as the helicopterand that’s it’s only skilland it isn’t good enoughbut it’s still amazing.”

“When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk until I come to a pile of hay bales and plop myself down. The sun is bright and the air is sharp. In the distance I hear the lowing of cows. It’s so peaceful here.”Merry Christmas, ” I whisper to myself. “Merry Christmas, Nate.”

“I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of tunnels, moving endlessly toward some promise of…of what? Light? Life? Cheese?”

“Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.”

“…maybe she’s a slut because she’s lonely, she’s sad, she’s hoping someone or something will make the lonely and sad go away.It won’t, of course. It never does. But nonetheless, there’s not a girl who’s more hopeful than a slut, more optimistic. She may give in but she doesn’t give up. She keeps looking, she keeps hoping, she’s always waiting for that someone who will say it: I love you, too.”