lonely

So now it__ this thing I do.I go away, ever so often, by myself, for myself,to new places with foreign streets I haven__ walked yet,and there I wander, up and down, watching people going places I don__ knowand it always hits me that they__e never alone,always with someone,and I wonder how they would spend a day all on their own in a foreign city with nothing to do and no one to see,and I wonder if they__ be happy.Just simply being free,like I am trying to be.Happy.Just simply being me.

Sit with me, and I'll not be alone.Hold my hand, and I'll not feel alone.Cry with me, and I'll no longer suffer alone.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and__n spite of True Romance magazines__e shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely__t least, not all the time__ut essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

I would far prefer to be in someone's arms than just in their head.

Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore -- And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more.

Now it's serious. At last it's becoming serious. So I've grown older. Was I the only one who wasn't serious? Is it our times that are not serious? I was never lonely neither when I was alone, nor with others. But I would have liked to be alone at last. Loneliness means I'm finally whole. Now I can say it as tonight, I'm at last alone. I must put an end to coincidence. The new moon of decision. I don't know if there's destiny but there's a decision. Decide! We are now the times. Not only the whole town - the whole world is taking part in our decision. We two are now more than us two. We incarnate something. We're representing the people now. And the whole place is full of those who are dreaming the same dream. We are deciding everyone's game. I am ready. Now it's your turn. You hold the game in your hand. Now or never. You need me. You will need me. There's no greater story than ours, that of man and woman. It will be a story of giants... invisible... transposable... a story of new ancestors. Look. My eyes. They are the picture of necessity, of the future of everyone in the place. Last night I dreamt of a stranger... of my man. Only with him could I be alone, open up to him, wholly open, wholly for him. Welcome him wholly into me. Surround him with the labyrinth of shared happiness. I know... it's you.

I'm just an insomniac struggling for a night where I don't dream of you anymore.

Scripture said that "pride goes before fall". Just let pride go alone. Don't go in its company, else fall pursues both of you!

You better go alone, than with negative people!

Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right.""Sam," I say, "that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.

History chews up sexually uncertain boys, and spits us out as recycled, generic greeting cards for lonely old men.

People who are all alone have every right to be friends with one another.("The Honeymoon Of Mrs. Smith" - Version 1)

I just could not leave the people who ever fill my heart. But if people leave, well, like today myself. That's why I'm afraid to get acquainted with a lot of people because I'm afraid of losing a lot of people too. In reality I always get acquainted with many people, how is this?

_ and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought, because I think he could have beautiful thoughts,and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness.

He could have been invisible and it wouldn__ have made a difference to them. He didn__ care, so long as he felt at ease, which was his original intention. He wasn__ there to make friends, nor did he want to.

You know you're my best friend, right?' he said.I shrugged. I guessed it was true. Now that I wasn't going to be at the parade, they would all hate me. Everything had been carefully choreographed, and me not being there would throw them all off. I realized that kids like Theo and me weren't supposed to have real friends. We were supposed to be all alone and confused. By being each other's friend, we were defying our laws of gravity.

It's shitty I guess. They're my friends. But... everything I want to talk about I can't say to them. It feels so separate, like I've touched something that's taken the color out of me.

But Lunch Isn't That Bad, ReallyOnce I get used tohaving to eat with two peopleinstead of one.Two people who have known each otherfor such a long timethat they practically speak in code.Two people who are always saying,"Remember the time when this happened?"and "Remember the time when that happened?"(Which, of course,I never do,because I wasn't there.)Well, okay,it is that bad.It sucks, even.