loneliness

The barriers between animal and human come down very easily. We belong to a single great family, and if we are lonely and unhappy we gladly accept the friendship of our distant relations.

When you fill a void, isn't the void still there?

What happiness to sit in intimate conversation with someone of like mind, warmed by candid discussion of the amusing and fleeting ways of this world ... but such a friend is hard to find, and instead you sit there doing your best to fit in with whatever the other is saying, feeling deeply alone.

Nos·tal·gia (n):A feeling that lingers long after the taste is gone.

No one understands the lines you are writing, and after 25 years you are the only one that speakes that languge .

It was lousy in the park. It wasn't too cold, but the sun still wasn't out, and there didn't look like there was anything in the park except dog crap and globs of spit and cigar butts from old men, and the benches all looked like they'd be wet if you sat down on them. It made you depressed, and every once in a while, for no reason, you got goose flesh while you walked. It didn't seem at all like Christmas was coming soon. It didn't seem like anything was coming.

Art is made by the alone for the alone.

It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable.

Hey, I wish we hung out more in high school. Why didn__ we?___ was hiding,_ Jake said thoughtfully.__e too.___ou?___n my own way.__earing that made Jake wonder if they__ all been in hiding, if he hadn__ been the only one who__ felt alone for so much of high school.

With Christ as your Savior and constant Companion, you, although alone, need never be lonely.

I just never noticed how little of me existed before. I was a shadow without a person.

The tyranny of an object, he thought. It doesn't know I exist.

He looked down the slope and, at the base, in the shadow of the wall of the Park, he saw some human figures lying. Those venal and furtive loves filled him with despair. He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he had been outcast from life__ feast.

Clever of you, Hemul. But, on the other hand, think how lonely the Groke is because nobody likes her, and she hates everybody. The Contents is perhaps the only thing she has. Would you now take that away from her too -- lonely and rejected in the night?" Sniff became more and more affected and his voice trembled. "Cheated out of her only possession by Thingumy and Bob." He blew his nose and couldn't go on.

But how much love, oh, Lord, how much love I experienced at times in those dreams of mine, in those __scapes into everything beautiful and sublime._ Even though it was fantastic love, even though it was never directed at anything human, there was still so much love that afterward, in reality, I no longer felt any impulse to direct it: that would have been an unnecessary luxury.

There is no Beatitude for the lonesome.The Book doesn't say they are blessed.

Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow.

Maybe this is what alone really is _ finding out how tiny your world is, and not knowing how to get anywhere else.