#lonliness

وأنت وإن أفردت في دار وحشة فأنا بدار الأنس في وحشة الفرد ↗

— ابن الرومي

#misery #mourning #poetry #sadness #mourning

After all, in the very casualness of Gatsby's party there were romantic possibilities totally absent from her world. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#romance #romantic

There are times when I can find myself in a book, too, for two or three hours. But afterward I have such an urge to go out and reach for other people. Very often they're not around. There's also a metaphysical loneliness. We all feel it. The burden of living one's own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share. You take a step in a house, you start moving around the house, no one else moves with you. You're walking by yourself. ↗

— David Ignatow

#solitude #life

No person, trying to take responsibility for her or his identity, should have to be so alone. There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#growth #lonliness #love #struggle #support

Waves with the Violent breeze never stopped, Those loving screams could not be Heard anymore , Speeding Tires although provided the speed, But Still we never reached Across The Shore . ↗

— Aditya Chandel

#lonliness #pain #love

You're great but you're not there when I go to bed at night or get up in the morning. You don't make me a cup of tea after a hard day at work, or rub my back in the bath. I'm sick of being lonely. Is that so wrong?  ↗

— Eleanor Prescott

#relationships #art

I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still. ↗

— Alexander Pushkin

#desire #dreams #grief #heart #lonliness

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived. ↗

— Betty Smith

#literature #lonliness #reading #solitude #love

I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stunned by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#lonliness #opportunity #risk #social-anxiety #opportunity