Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need.
Margaret MeadStichwörter: human companionship lonely need
Sometimes she would cry. I was so lonely, she'd say. You have no idea how lonely I was. And I had friends, I was a lucky one, but I was lonely anyway.
I admired my mother in some ways, although things between us were never easy. She expected too much from me, I felt. She expected me to vindicate her life for her, and the choices she'd made. I didn't want to live my life on her terms. I didn't want to be the model offspring, the incarnation of her ideas. We used to fight about that. I am not your justification for existence, I said her to once.
I want her back. I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.
Stichwörter: loneliness child mother lonely daughter missing-mother
But Lunch Isn't That Bad, Really
Once I get used to
having to eat with two people
instead of one.
Two people who have known each other
for such a long time
that 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.
Stichwörter: friends memories lonely lunch left-out
Half of the time I don't know what they're talking about; their jokes seem to relate to a past that everyone but me has shared. I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language.
Jean WebsterStichwörter: loneliness lonely outsider outcast out-of-place
Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
And surf along the shore --
And in my heart a name
My lips shall speak no more.
Stichwörter: kiss memory sea lonely
My life is like an autumn leaf
I lie around unclaimed.
The breeze blows me around,
To be trampled under the feet of men.
Natures cruel feast has bestowed me with pain,
Pain of being a part,
Just a part of someone.
Pain of departing,
Departing from that one.
Pick me up like a rose,
And hold me to your heart.
Keep me there till he does not come.
And when he comes do a good deed,
Dig the earth below,
And bury me deep
For I don't want to lie around,
Unclaimed, unloved.
Stichwörter: love emotion lonely longing unclaimed
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.
Charles M. SchulzThere were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.
Markus ZusakStichwörter: lonely the-last-human-stranger
I learned that day that there is no more lonely state than being in a lonely marriage.
Julie MetzHave you ever met someone and felt . . . I don't know how to describe it, felt a chance at having something that eluded you? I don't know . . . Forget I said anything."
I knew what he meant. He was describing that moment when you realize that you are lonely. For a time you can be alone and doing fine and never give a thought to living any other way and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived because you wish to be with that person and angry, because their absence brings you misery. It's a strange feeling, akin to desperation, a feeling that makes you wait by the phone even though you know that the call is an hour away. I was not going to lose my balance. Not yet.
Stichwörter: lonely
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