Male Loneliness Book Novels & Stories

"But one night that night, I learned that being alone is nice too, that silence as a company is comforting too. I mean sure, shopping with friends can be fun but shopping by yourself is fun too. You'd be reading a book, relaxing without being anxious that the person you're with is bored... or when... you're too tired to bother and socialize... it's just... I don't know how to explain it. Maybe it's because I've been left alone too often that silence that I used to feel awkward with slowly became a friend I go to for comfort as time passed by." "I get what you mean. I can relate to that sometimes," he said when she finished speaking, pondering once again. What she said was true. It was lonely

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

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.

The most haunting thing about those stories . stories, only stories . . . was the melancholy thread of loneliness running through them. I imagine it’s because I’ve spent the last few hours alone (trying not to think about Dad’s Alzheimer’s), but I’m desperate to stave off an inexplicable loneliness that nips at my heels as I exit the store. I’m meeting Abby and the kids at The White Lake Inn for dinner. I don’t want to waste another second. I want to be there with them, now.

He walked back to his desk, turned on his computer, and prepared for the routine video conference. "Got it!" Julian replied. It seemed that Sandy's actions had completely infuriated Malcolm. Malcolm watched the computer slowly start up. He remembered the scene in the morning when his mother gently stroked Marilyn's hair. He sighed all the way that fate was really wonderful! In the past, he could only feel loneliness. Great courage was required to defeat this feeling of loneliness by himself and gain the result he wanted. Malcolm had always known that all his persistence would come to fruition. The two people he had been looking forward to had already returned to his side. Now, he would no lo

Brandon said just before closing the book and turning off the lamp next to him with the intention of going to sleep. What was the reality of what he was feeling deep in his soul? For the first time in so long, loneliness hit him again, even if he thought loneliness had always been on his side. It was Crystal who came from one moment to the next and showed him what loneliness was in his life. As soon as the new day came, he would come for her.

Is this what he felt when I probed? The moment the word "family" left his lips, it felt like a knife had been twisted deep into my gut. My heart clenched painfully, and for the first time in years, I felt the weight of my loneliness press against my chest. I had no one left. The realization hit harder now than it had in years, maybe because I had gotten so good at burying it, pretending it wasn’t there. Damn it. Lone Elena. I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing back the burning sensation creeping up my throat.

Evenings attempting to lose myself in books or mindless television shows that couldn't quite drown out the persistent ache of loneliness. But everything felt hollow, disconnected from the life I'd been building. The research papers reminded me of the lab I couldn't return to, the colleagues who now saw me as a scandal rather than a scientist. The books couldn't capture my attention when my mind kept wandering to Theo—wondering what he was doing, how he was handling the fallout, whether he regretted his public declaration as much as I sometimes did.

There was an attraction to the enormous, weightless vacuum of one man's loneliness. And Davidson wasn't sure he had the strength to resist being sucked in. —

I had pointed out to him, surprised that he would say that. He had become gloomy and sad. “Or do I spend too much time with Noelle? I could cut down the hours I spend with her and stay here with you instead, or even go with you to the company every single day,” I had hastily added. “Goodness, no, I don’t want you to stop living because of me,” he had declined quickly. “But you just mentioned that you are lonely sometimes,” I had reminded him. “Yes, I am, but the kind of loneliness I feel isn’t the type you can solve, honey. I miss a woman’s touch and feel, especially at night,” he had explained, and I had felt tragically sorry for him.