Lonely Quotes Sad Novels & Stories

I could no longer bear to look at him again. So I turned into a wolf and ran away, diving into the thickest forests. I did not stop, I just kept running and running and running. I never wanted to see Lucian again, nor the other wolves. I only wanted to keep on running to a different place, a place where I could not think of anything again, I kept on running and running without stops, I was so stupid. My whole life I saw Lucian as the one. After my parents died, Lucian was the only one who made me smile. It turned out he just saw me as a sister in need.

Fuck me! I walked into my study and poured myself a glass of rum, it failed to ease my mind as it burned down my throat. Images of Dahlia and Jeremy came to me, Wendy and my uncle, I felt suddenly lonely and deserted. “I once said you were a lonely man without Dahlia.” “Shut up, Leo. Not now.” I snarled. I sat down behind my desk and there was a knock on the door, then uncle Lawrence walked in and made himself comfortable on a chair.

crushed and broken. My thoughts go to Logan. I always think of him, especially when I am alone or sad. I miss him so much that I can’t even find the words to describe the feeling, it’s like something that blooms inside me starting in my heart and spreading through my stomach ... leaving behind a hollow cavity that slowly fills up with pain and loneliness.

She looked just like her. She left. I didn’t know where she'd go. Who is she? And why was she looking at me too? Something in her, something I couldn’t define, something unknown connected me to her. When our eyes met in my dreams and in the present, we both had that something in our eyes, loneliness. We are both lonely. Loneliest Person I Know Splender "You wanna feel/you're never walking You see your feet/from off the ground And when you leave/there's no one talking

"Why do you need to say things correctly?! Why are you always here whenever I need to be alone and cry?!" I started sobbing while my hands keep on wiping the annoying tears. "I'm Luke the guy who cares for you. We go to different schools now and you are still crying. When will you find peace?" "She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up And baked in a beautiful pie She is gone but she used to be mine... "

The constant changes in his environment, the endless stream of new faces and unfamiliar places, had left him feeling disconnected, lost, and alone. His loneliness was a palpable, suffocating presence, a heavy mist that clung to him like a shroud. I felt his despair, a yawning chasm that seemed to stretch out before him like an endless, dark sea. It was as if he was drowning in his own emotions, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. The desperation of his situation was crushing, making it hard for me to breathe, as if I was submerged in the depths of his sorrow, with no escape in sight.

I'd rather a death be quick and painless then of freaking starvation. I haven't been taken from my room in days. I wish I knew how long I've been here. Of course no one is probably looking. The only "friends" I had were the ones I worked with at the club. And my boss is probably pissed that I haven't shown up to work. So I'm never going to be found because no one is looking. Downsides of being a loner. If you ever get kidnapped, you're fucked.

Finally he spoke up softly. "I missed you, man. You'll be the best birthday present every year. I feel like I'm constantly missin' you. It's somethin' I struggle with… I wanna open my eyes to you in the mornin' every day, and I can't. I remind myself "one day" all the time but… I don't know, Livin' alone and workin' as much as I do… when yer not with me I'm so lonely- it's so fuckin' lonely sometimes, dude," Tony finished shakily as he turned his head to look away. "We-we've been together for six months and I'm this stuck on you. It's just a pr-problem I gotta vent ab-about now and th-then."

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The singer was way off-key, but everyone looked genuinely delighted. For people this lonely, hearing any singing itself was beautiful. It didn't matter whether it was good or not. Rosalyn stood silently by the door without going in. Watching their smiling faces that still couldn't hide their loneliness, she suddenly recalled a line from One Hundred Years of Solitude: 'In the end, all you're left with is your lonely self.' Looking at these elderly folks proved the quote right. Everyone would end up the same, so what was the point of fighting over love and scrambling for money? Did any of it matter in the end?