#line

Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#james-bond #loneliness #solitude #the-spy-who-loved-me #love

Simon thought I was lovely. Was the Giggler out of the harem? Was there even a harem left? What did this mean? Would I only think in questions now? And if so, who is Eric Cartman's father? ↗

— Alice Clayton

#love

I think only when you are truly alone can you see you never were. ↗

— Kelly Moran

#book-quotes #loneliness-quotes #love-quotes #romance #love

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? ↗

— Erich Segal

#first-lines #loss #opening-lines #love

There were the endless birthday nights and New Year's Eves of just you in your bed and no one else. There was the welling up at weddings, the glittery eye-prick, when all the couples would get up to dance. Sometimes it felt like your heart was crazed with cracks like your grandmother's old saucers. Sometimes the sight of a Saturday afternoon couple laughing in a park would splinter it completely. ↗

— Nikki Gemmell

#love #single-women #love

[...] We have to realize that this wound [of loneliness] is inherent in the human condition and that what we have to do is walk with it instead of fleeing from it. We cannot accept it until we discover that we are loved by God just as we are, and that the Holy Spirit in a mysterious way is living at the centre of the wound. ↗

— Jean Vanier

#love

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#long-distance-relationships #love #love

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#lonely #love #loving #miserable #misery

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness... ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#love #love

Suddenly, I understand what Petra has always been trying to tell me. The whole time she was mumbling her litany of stories, she was always only telling me one thing. Love is when you care more about something else than you do about yourself. ↗

— Brenna Yovanoff

#love