Book On Being Alone Novels & Stories

After two more months, perhaps the guard came to realize that no money would ever be forthcoming; perhaps he was exhausted; maybe the cells were growing too crowded with more serious criminals; whatever the cause, he was at last granted a chance to gain his freedom. By then, Finn had begun to rely on anything but himself. Lonely and alone are such very different things—so very, very different. He was lonely with the person who was supposed to love him more than any other, then later alone again. Yet he heard some advice, and it's helping so very much, that if he embraced the feeling of loneliness, let himself feel the pain in full force, and had the courage to stand and keep going, that he w

My hands shook as I tried calming myself down, taking a deep breath “I know that you’re going to tell me that I’m here, and I know that you’re going to tell me that you love me. I know all that, Elijah, but I just feel so bloody damn alone” Elijah didn’t comment about what I said, and I knew that if anyone understood what I was going through, it would be him. To be surrounded by all these people and yet to feel alone. The one person I felt whole around was him “you’re the one family that I have in this world, Elijah…”

From overwhelming relief. "I am alone," Alone whispered. "I am singular. I am individual. I am myself. Only myself. No others inside. No incompatible consciousnesses sharing my being. No constant warfare. Just me. Just alone. Just singular. I am myself. Finally. After twenty-three years. I am myself again. I am alone. And alone is beautiful. And alone is precious. And alone is exactly what I need. I am alone. Finally. Completely. Blessedly. I am alone." The second consciousness stood separate. Named themselves Peace.

he says, walking out the cabin to call his parents. Walking over to my bathroom door I walk in and shut the door behind me. My bathroom is small, a small shower in the corner, my toilet a few feet infront my sink. A small rug with little flowers sits in the middle of the floor. I walk over to the mirror and look at myself, my eyes are red and swollen from crying. My hair is a mess and frizzy from everything that has happened. So many emotions are running through me right now, I feel like a volcano that is about to explode. Dumping lava over the surrounding lands. I know who I am by myself. I’ve grown to love being alone, to find comfort in the silence that fills my days. My grey blue eyes st

"I'm choosing to focus on finishing my education, healing from everything that's happened, and figuring out who I am outside of crisis and chaos. I'm choosing to be alone for a while. Really alone, not just waiting for the next disaster or the next dramatic declaration." "Maya," Jaxon said desperately, "you don't have to be alone. I can give you space while still.." "No," I said firmly. "Because that's not really space. That's just waiting. And I need to stop letting my life revolve around romance and relationships and who's fighting for me."

Beam enjoys the quietness and solitude that even the bubbly girl kept her silence. "You know, if ever I felt alone and lonely even in a noisy crowd, I just walk this path up to where my feet will lead me, then I will just feel okay. Sometimes in life, you don't need to be with a lot of people just to be happy and sometimes being alone would not make you feel lonely. Instead, being alone is the best time to reflect on your life. Your reflections could make you realize what makes you happy and what things really matter to you" the girl softly and casually uttered as they walked leisurely following the path that had already been covered by dried leaves. "Is that your memorized line every time y

Beside me, Declan turned a page in his book without a care in the world if I was still there or not. And in that moment, I felt more alone than I had ever felt in my life.

Since then, he hasn't sent another one or even tried calling. I started packing my things into my suit bag to leave work for today. Corby was right. I do need a break and the best way to spend that, is by seating at home by the window, with a mug of coffee in my hand, while I read my favourite book. Pride and prejudice. The book helps me get away from my own life of loneliness and misery. Knowing Elizabeth Bennet and Darcy went through a lot with love, makes me feel at ease. Even though they did end up together, I'm not sure that, that part would apply to my life.

No one. I had acquaintances, people I worked with, people I saw everyday. But friends? Real, genuine friends? The kind who knew your secrets and your fears and still cared? I had none, I didn't have a single friend in the world. The truth hit me with the force of a wave crashing against the rocks: I was alone. Utterly, completely alone. The café, once a safe hideout, now felt like a spotlight, emphasizing the emptiness inside me. I sipped my tea, the warmth doing little to dispel the chill that had settled in my heart. The waves continued their relentless rhythm, a constant reminder of the vast, indifferent world, and my place within it.

I scoffed and then asked, "Is there a point to this?” “Yes." He looked into my eyes as if he wanted to tell me something he has no words for. "I know what being alone feels like, Nina.” His voice roughened as he added, “I know what it does to your sanity. What it can drive you to.” I sat up as he walked to me. And froze when he lifted his hand as if to cup my face, but at the last second he dropped it and said, “I won’t pretend that I didn’t like being part of what happened last night.” He sat down beside me, making me flush deeper. “But, I want to tell you that you don’t have to be alone. The estate is too big to sit here and hate your life. There are people that can be your friends, you do