Loneliness Book Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

But a part of him was a little bit sorry for her because he completely understood what she was going through. Marylin sniffled slightly. “I know people think I have a perfect life.” She laughed bitterly. “Big house. Nice cars. Fancy parties.” Her head shook weakly. “But none of those things make you feel loved.” The investigator felt her fingers clutching the front of his shirt. Not tightly. Just enough to show the loneliness she carried inside. Marylin closed her eyes again. “Sometimes I eat dinner alone.” Her voice cracked. “Sometimes I spend entire days without hearing from him.”

It felt heavy, like both of them were carrying thoughts that needed the right moment to be set down. “I forgot how good it feels to laugh,” Ashley said finally, her voice low. “Tonight… it almost felt wrong.” Asher glanced at her. “Why?” “Because I keep thinking I don’t deserve to feel okay when he’s still missing.” She swallowed. “When I don’t even know if he’s alive and we’ll” Asher slowed his steps. She stopped too. “I’m lonely,” Ashley admitted, the words slipping out before she could stop them. “I’m surrounded by people all day, but when I get home, it’s just… quiet.”

Maybe it’s because I’ve not had friends since I was a teen and lost touch on what it’s like to have people to hang around with, I shrug, I am not sure, but the feeling is nice. I’m as lonely as the word lonely can get, I have nothing of extra value apart from my savings, which I managed to have from mostly my dad and hard work but other than that, I’m just an ordinary lady yet this man who seems to have everything is going through this ‘ordinary’ path to be with me.

"Not right now, but please take some time to read this. I wasn't sure I wanted to show you, but I think its the easiest way to explain everything." I pick up the book and flip through it. There are notes and bits of paper taped inside. Little drawings fill the edges. Some pages are inked completely black. "You want me to read your journal? It seems a little intrusive, Pocket." She drops her shoulders and blows a puff of air out of her mouth. “Have you ever felt lonely?” “Yeah, of course. Everyone feels lonely sometimes, Zara.” I pull her chair so she’s sitting closer to me. Maybe being closer to me, she won't feel so lonely. "I told you that was why I acted the way I used to."

The fire crackled and the house settled around us and outside the wind moved through the trees with a sound like the world breathing. "Can I ask you something?" I said eventually. "Always." "Do you ever get lonely? Actually lonely. Not just alone but the specific kind of lonely where there are people around but none of them really know you?" He turned his head to look at me. "Yes." "Even with all of this?"

Of all the things he could’ve said…. That’s what he chose. “Fine,” I sat tiredly, irritation rising fast, sharp enough to cover everything else I don’t want to deal with. “I’m the loneliest person on this damn planet. Sue me.” My fingers curl slightly at my sides. It’s not my fault. In my life people don’t just… stick, Conversations end and connections fade. Life just moves on and somehow I always end up back in the same place alone no matter how hard I fight it, it always pulls me back.

Their laughter and sweet words, exchanged in the other room, intensified my sense of loss and loneliness. I lay on my bed, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. The soft sobs escaped my lips, mingling with the muffled sounds of their joyful conversation, further reminding me of just how alone I felt in that darkness. I couldn't bear it any longer and decided to went out.

That personal touch made the gesture even more unsettling. Her thoughts shifted to the small, leather-bound book she had found among the flowers. She retrieved it from the shelf where she had placed it earlier and sat down at the dining table. The cover was worn, and the pages were yellowed with age. She opened it to the last page, where the quote was written: “My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A” The words sent a shiver down her spine. She closed the book and set it aside, feeling a sense of unease.

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.”

I craved for affection when I dwelled in the mortal realm, didn’t I? Oh, how jealous I used to feel of the people around me who had someone who wanted them. How lonely I used to feel. It’s now I realize that since I came here, I didn’t feel that once. The loneliness. It seemed to have been left behind in that mortal real ever since he bought me here. He was with me, in some way or the other. Either keeping an eye on me or keeping me company. I wonder what will happen if I go away right now? Will I find the same loneliness again? I find myself moving closer to him as I sink deeper into the pool of my thoughts. It feels like he’s the bottom and I am the anchor who’s sinking deep due to the wei