#lonely

I sang my princess fast asleep, 'Cause she was my dream come true, Oh Annmarie, believe me, I loved you. But now those lonely lullabies, Just dampen my tired eyes, Because I can't forget you. Because I can't forget you. ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #dreams

You mean old books?" "Stories written before space travel but about space travel." "How could there have been stories about space travel before --" "The writers," Pris said, "made it up. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#meta #science-fiction #dreams

When you're alone and you feel sad, try reading a book. Try touching someone's heart. Try to imagine what they were thinking, what they wanted to convey. If you do that, you might get something amazing. ↗

— Mizuki Nomura

#lonely #lost #sad #imagination

Miss Abigail, I want to be an author because writers know when a person is lonely. I mean, when Molly read me some books, those writers reached out and said, Look Gideon, we know about your loneliness and we know you're feeling downtrodden. And they said...I'll stand up for you. You're not lone anymore. ↗

— Leon Uris

#inspirational #lonely #writing #inspirational

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness ↗

— Kate Atkinson

#hate #life #loneliness #lonely #solitude

To be me is to be different... ↗

— Robert Fanney

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

I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#lonely #sad #sadness #sorrow #sad

When your action is gone, and all that’s left is motionlessness, I’ll be there, whistling.
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— Jarod Kintz

#alone #lonely #motion #motionlessness #whistle

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

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think? ↗

— Christine Feehan

#crowd #lonely #trouble