Writing is such a solitary occupation that it takes a long time to build up a group of professional peers with whom you genuinely identify.
Writing is such a solitary occupation that it takes a long time to build up a group of professional peers with whom you genuinely identify.
Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell.
My father's love was always strongMy mother's glamour lives on and on.Yet still inside I felt alone, for reasones unknow to me.
It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.
I meet people to know I’m not alone, and I network like an astronaut on the moon. Tom James is the Neil Armstrong of #Networking.
There should be a little gap between you and your friends, though you'll miss their companionship and you'll also miss their disrespect.
The group of people in front of her was jovial and paid her no attention. The group behind was much the same. She was alone without being alone.
She’d never felt more alone, even as hundreds of people walked by. No one recognized her, and she began to treasure her anonymity as a gift.
There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said.But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.
Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.
He cried, almost entire night. He cried alone in his small shed. That was only game that he could play without needing another person to participate.
Alone.Yes,that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.
Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.
[...][I]f you adapted too much in order to deal with them, you ran the risk of forgetting who you were and you could end up being neither and nothing.