Inspirational Quotes Lonely 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

I started pouring out my heart on this diary in front of me. Dear diary .. Quiet. One word that describes my heart right now. I feel very lonely, no one is accompanying me at this time. If you were still alive, you would be with me now. When I'm alone I always remember you, I open photos and videos when with you. My heart is very broken when I remember all the events that I can not repeat. I want you to be here today, accompany me when I feel lonely, hold me when I am vulnerable, and laugh with me like before.

“I’m sorry if this would make you feel uncomfortable, but I have no one else to talk to…” ‘It’s lonely in here.’ She remembered him say once as he pointed at his chest. ‘You make my heart so full, but I’m sorry, sometimes it’s just so lonely.’ He heaved a sigh. “I have lost an important person in my life, and I’m not even certain if I could take her back again, if we could bring the years that had been lost…”

I was silent when Harvey gently patted me on the shoulder, his voice full of sincerity. “Hey,” he said quietly, looking at me with warm eyes. ”Don't feel alone. There is no one who is truly created to be alone in this world, Eva.” I blinked. His words permeated my mind, touching the deepest part that I had neglected. I wanted to answer, to say something, but Harvey had already turned his gaze to Ursula. “You too, Sula. You have us.” I sighed slowly. How often do I allow myself to sink into loneliness? How long have I allowed myself to believe that no one really cares? Harvey's words seemed to open a small crack in the fortress that I had built so firmly.

It was the kind that brought calm before the downpour. Adrian found himself speaking before he could stop. “Do you ever get lonely?” She didn’t look at him right away, as if weighing her answer. Then, softly, she said, “Sometimes.” He turned toward her, studying the way her fingers curled around her cup. “Then why stay?” She smiled faintly. “Because loneliness isn’t the same as being alone.” Adrian’s throat tightened. He had spent so much time running, so much time believing that solitude was the only way to survive.

Waking up late the next morning due to no alarm being set on a phone, I had taken my bath and dressed up only to feel nauseous. “Is something bad about to happen?” I asked, but dismissed the thought, especially since I was no fortune teller. “Are you going now?” Quinn asked from the sofa as I descended the stairs, and I nodded. “Gosh, I miss you so much whenever you're not around. I hate being lonely,” she told me with a frown, and I smiled. “Then get yourself a job, it is that easy.” “Are you mocking me?” She asked, and I shrugged.

I retorted with a hiss. Her eyes dampened. “Just because there were some lapses around doesn’t mean it would be the same for you.” “Once bitten a million times shy. From what I have seen, it appears my fate is just the same.” She halted in her steps, holding my gaze. “We all need to have a companion that looks out for us when the world isn’t looking. Sometimes, life becomes unbearable and you need your person next to you.” “Who was there when you felt lonely?”

As I scrolled down, I came across a photo. Her account was mostly filled with videos of her singing. She rarely shared photos. In this one, she was sitting at a table, hand on her cheek, gazing out at the sea. My eyes drifted to the caption underneath: They do not know, those who do not live alone, What fear silence brings to a person; How a person speaks to themselves; How they run to mirrors, Longing for a soul, They do not know. She’d shared a poem by a Turkish author.

It took him a lot to be able to confess his feeling for her and he only hoped that she loved him back. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to say that you love me. I want to hear you say it. I don’t care about other people but you and nothing else. I have always been alone, no one was able to get Inside my heart the way you have, love. Loneliness is not something good for a person. I have had my moments and I don’t want to be alone anymore. When you came in to my life, I started knowing the beauty of life. Please say that you love me.”

The old habits returning quietly. Void looked toward the fading lantern horizon silently. Then whispered: “Loneliness survives through silence.” The apartment fell still. Because he understood that better than anyone. I thought hard for a moment. Then climbed off my chair. Everyone looked at me immediately. “What are you doing?” Daddy asked carefully. I grabbed my shoes. “If the stars are lonely again…” I looked toward the city beyond the windows. Toward millions of people quietly carrying grief alone without realizing it mattered. “…then we need to remind people how to talk.”