Everyone’s searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.
Lately Mirabelle had reflected wistfully if people even noticed her – a smartly dressed woman who came and went along the Promenade, always alone.
Today’s word was interminable, meaning never-ending. Like his loneliness. Like the love he felt for Kate. Like the awful hurt that wouldn’t go away.
we used to talk all night
and do things alone together
and i’ve begun
(as a reaction to a feeling)
the pleasure of loneliness
against the pain
of loving you
As much as he liked the idea of having best friends with whom he could share anything. it was like all he knew how to be was alone, apart.
She was waiting, but she didn’t know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.
You are everything that I don’t have.
We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community.
It was so odd what brought out tenderness in people. It was never what you have expected.
Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders? And even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I should fade in the strength of his stronger existence. For beauty’s nothing but the beginning of terror we’re still just able to bear.