Novel & Cerita Loneliness Book Quotes

When he stood up and acted as if he was going to catch me, I ran away, giggling. (Alexander) ‘LONELINESS is one hell of a bastard, son. Don’t let it stay with you. A real person is still a better companion.’ Those words had been stuck in my head for a number of reasons. One of them was because Ma was usually soft-spoken and hearing her say those words on her death bed was a breath of fresh air. But I thought loneliness was a better company. Loneliness doesn’t cheat, it doesn’t betray. And then Katriona happened, reminding me of the things I had been missing the past few years, reminding me of how good it felt to be alive. She had been bringing out these emotions in me that I thought had been

"I'm not the kind to fall in love." Andrae's eyebrows lifted in astonishment as he took a sip of his drink. "Really? Rosalina, could you describe the type of woman you are?" I paused to gather my ideas and slowly responded, "I'm a woman who doesn't require a man to feel fulfilled. A man is a luxury for me." Andrae nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I respect that. But don't you ever get lonely?" I shrugged. "Sometimes, but I have my friends and family to keep me company. I just believe loneliness is a temporary feeling and I don't have to let it define me or my life."

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.

Hearing Freya's blatant lies, I furiously lunged at her. She was lying. I never called her to curse at her! She was the liar! However, my soul passed straight through her. No matter how much rage I felt, I couldn't touch her. I crouched down in frustration. Weren't ghosts supposed to be powerful? Why was I so useless? Patrick spoke again, his voice turning even colder. "Freya, you're certain that Aubree called you often to insult you? That she even wished for you to die soon?"

For some reason I felt sitting back here would make me more lonely than I was before. I enjoyed his company. He started to walk away, then paused. “If you ever need more books, I’d always be in the gynecology unit.” “Thanks for this too.” I added quickly before we both turned to different directions. My hands flipped through the pages as I walked still I stumbled on a page that was folded. The words boldly highlighted in a contrasting color. We can’t always make our choices, sometimes life makes them for us. So live, love and be happy.

Liana’s POV Ihave been alone since my mother died. The loneliness has always spread through my body like rot. Even though I am continuously surrounded by people, it has lurked beneath my skin and threatened to consume me. This morning, when I wake up alone, it feels different. It’s an alone where I can hear my own thoughts; they mingle with the gentle patter of rain against the thin window. For once, I don’t have to perform to anyone, because there are no ladies-in-waiting ushering me out of bed. Instead, I can lie bundled up in the soft quilt in a room filled with intriguing piles of books and sweet-scented herbs.

‘‘Hey,’’ Barbra greeted again. ‘‘Hey, shouldn’t you be anywhere else but here?’’ I asked her again. I had learnt to be independent, mastered the art and craft of being lonely ever since I had joined Maslow High School. Loneliness was an armor a strong one, one that could make you weak or strong depending on what you did with it. ‘‘I have had enough of what those people are doing to you, we have to do something, react, charge back, revenge, anything stands for yourself,’’ she insisted.

Relief floods me when I hear a flutter behind me, knowing that I finally have a break from my spiraling thoughts that seem to want to take me to the depths of insanity. I blame the loneliness of the library. Anyone can go mad. I am certainly close. I grab another book from my stack, "You're late!" I grunt into the wind at the noise. "It has been hours— hours! Selene, sometimes I think you want to me lose my mind in this place," My voice drips in the right amount of destain and relief. I sigh. If only the raven could understand that without her company I fear I will lose everything that keeps me sane...my gaze roams the endless rows of shelves in front of me—

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.

That unbearable awareness. "You should stop trying to understand me," I said darkly. "Why?" "Because people who understand me don't survive long." Her lips parted slightly. God. I couldn't stop staring at her mouth lately. It was becoming a problem. A serious one. But instead of fear, Lena tilted her head slightly and whispered, "You're lonely." The words hit harder than bullets. I released her immediately like she burned me. "What do you know about loneliness?" Something painful flickered across her face.