Lonely Book Quotes Novels & Stories

she’d said, pressing the leather-bound book into her hands. Tessa flipped to a fresh page and began to write. Isolation is not always about being alone. It’s when you’re surrounded by people and still feel like you’re screaming into a void. It’s when someone takes your phone and replaces it with smoky pot. When your days are planned for you to follow like a willing dog. Pedro says he loves me. But I wish for this disgusting man to set me free every single second of the day. I hate the voice that whispers you’re special only when you’re silent.

I said softly. She unwrapped it with the same gentleness, peeling back the paper to reveal a small bronze bookmark wrapped in tissue. It was old, beautifully engraved, with a quote etched in elegant lettering: You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. — Jane Austen. Annie went completely silent, running her fingertips across the metal like she was trying to memorize every curve. "Nate…" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's beautiful."

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.

“Yes.” In the growing darkness I could scarcely make out those terrains I had previously perceived, and relied on memory to give her as honest an answer as I could. Elaborate or eloquent it was not, as no matter how I dressed it, I kept returning to a single word. “Loneliness. The place is a lonely one, not a cold one.”

I put on a robe and pick up a book at random before going out to the backyard patio. As I stand outside looking at the gray sky, I wonder what is in store for me. Light abounds, yet I can see nothing except the darkness. The fresh air soothes me. I’ve always liked rainy and windy weather. I open the book and read aloud the quote on the first page. “Stay on the edge of the abyss, survey the scene for longer than is tolerable, understand the precise contours of your feelings, the exact distance of their depth, the way the ground pushes against the bottom of your feet. Live!”

The closest thing to a friend I have right now is Nelson, from next door, who’s an even bigger bibliophile than I am. It took me quite some time to get used to living alone in the house my grandmother had left me. On most days, I feel lonely. I feel like all my life has been about holding myself together with tape and glue. Every day I’m trying to keep myself from falling apart. So things like online book auctions, reading, watching horror and thrillers and writing — these things take my mind off the loneliness. While I was drowning myself in thought, I got an iMessage from Nelson.

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—

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

I pulled my coat on finally and started walking. My heel caught between cobblestones and I stumbled, catching myself against a bench, the metal shocking against my palm. I stood there for a moment with my hand on the cold iron and the rain coming down and his words moving through me the way they had been moving through me for the past two hours, finding the hollow spaces and filling them with something I did not have a clean name for. Don't spend the rest of your life convincing yourself that loneliness is love. I pressed my palm harder against the bench and felt the cold of it and breathed.

The reply takes a few minutes. Thank you for telling me, she says. Did it help in a good way? I consider the question. Yes, I answer. It reminded me I don’t need to replace anything to feel grounded. I just need to stay honest about what I’m missing. Three dots appear. I’m glad, she responds. I’ve been thinking about that too—how loneliness can make things feel louder than they are. I exhale, tension loosening in my chest. I don’t want silence to turn into stories we never check, I type.