Lonely Book Quotes Novels & Stories

“I miss you.” “I miss you more.” They sat in silence for a while, just looking at each other through the screen. “Is it everything you expected?” he asked. “No,” she replied. “It’s harder. And lonelier.” “Then come home soon.” “I will.” Before she left, she gave a reading at a small bookstore in Brooklyn. It was packed, the audience hushed. Emma read a passage from the final chapter: It is not the fire that defines us. It is what we choose to build after the flames are gone.

Somewhere in a grove no one could map, a book lay open on a flat stone its pages blank save for a single line, written not in ink, but pressed with intention: “Here is where we did not speak and still, the world listened.” A wind turned the page. Then left it open for the next to come.

Limene gave a small growl, not in anger, but because that’s all she could do. “Don’t be scared. I’m here with you,” Ellias said, his smile soft but pained. It was like he could see through me, through the fur, through Limene, straight into the small, broken girl hiding inside. Since he left the cave earlier, I had been alone with my thoughts. Alone with myself. Alone like I had always been since birth. The loneliness felt heavier tonight than it had ever felt before. I had always been lonely, yes, but this time it was like my soul itself was howling silently, a howl that nobody could hear.

“I was planning on going into town anyway, mainly to buy more books.” “More books?” I chuckled at his earnestness. “I'm pretty sure you could build a library with the number of books in the house. Do you really need more?” “There’s always room for more stories.” He gave a small, almost bashful smile, running a hand through his hair. “What can I say… I like good strong words that mean something.” “Was that from, Little Women?” I asked, recalling a line from the book that sounded similar. “Someone reads,” he remarked, pulling out a copy of ‘Little Women’ from the shelf. “I love that line because I believe when Jo says it, she’s not just talking about writing, but about finding deeper connectio

And you must try to make your madness help others get out of the dangerous wave that is lonely. ~ End ~ Author’s Note: Next Story, “The Painter”

"No winter lasts forever, no spring skips it's turn" ~Hal Borland I am in the dark, all alone, I roam around in my empty head to find my wolf but she is no where to be seen. I try calling for her only to hear back my echoing voice. Has she left me? Was I left alone? I sit down in my empty head and shut my eyes, I think I'll rest here for some time. ~~~~~~~ A soft surface under me has me sighing in delight, I turn around over the soft surface.

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!

He was always there for me. Instead, I had gone off to a park near the library. Not much people were here. But at least the fresh air was peaceful. I sat down on one of the benches and took out a paper from my pocket. "Dear Lily, Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better." Grandpa used to write quotes for me when I was younger. To make me feel better. He used to give me one each day and I used to collect them. They made me strong. Each day, he made me strong. He was the best.

She opened her eyes and let out a sound of frustration. "Guys, if this is your doing this is not funny," she yelled. She stood there for a while in silence. She heard no giggles or chuckles. She was all alone. Trix dropped to the forest floor, feeling the loneliness wash over her. Soon years started to fall from her eyes. She hated being alone. She glanced at the book once more and reluctantly opened it. On the inside of the cover were a few scribblings. Finish the story and you go home.