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

He could not fit in my imagination and I was not fit for his Real and the conflict between imagination and real sadly made us apart

There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.

Be humble and set the balls of your dreams rolling till God himself decides what next! As for "pride", allow it to go as a lone ranger!

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

No matter how close people get, they never reach each other. Including us now. Even now, there's a place where each of us is alone.

..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind.

Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost town.

Women get lonely, while men merely get horny. I should know, because I’d feel lonely even if I were surrounded by 11 clones of myself.

I make things with my hands. Hands are made to make things, and hands are made to hold. With my hand I hold my other hand when I get lonely.

Don't think you can frighten me by telling me that I am alone. France is alone. God is alone. And the loneliness of God is His strength.

A future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still just the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but forgot.