A Wish on the Sun"
"I see the world beyond a tiny window that allows a glimpse of Heaven into my life. Those who dwell in that enviable light cannot hear me through the glass that muffles my cries. They do not appear to see my face pressed against this barrier.
I watch them live, carefree and smiling. Even when our eyes lock—mine wide and weary—theirs squint beyond notice of me. They can't peer past the glass, the sunlight glaring off its surface. They don't see me. They won't see me.
I make a wish on the sun, staring into its fiery brightness, imagining it blinding me to the beauty beyond my reach. Would my hell feel so awful then? The sun, this nearest star, absorbs my deepest wish for the thousandth time. 'Save me! Hold my hand! Pretend to care!'
The light is blocked by a figure stepping past my window, and I feel the universe turn its cold shoulder on me. Despair smothers the hope that made my lips move in utterance of a desperate wish. It ebbs and weakens, but it does not die. The flicker of an ember remains, enough to ignite hope again—another time.
All storms eventually cease, do they not?
Once more, I press my face against the glass to view a glimpse of Heaven lived by the undeserving. I savor the sunlight, the only thing powerful enough to penetrate the window that bars me in hell. The warm rays touch me. I imagine God's fingers caressing my face—and the dying ember of hope suddenly inflames.
Tags: despair hope alone need richelle abandoned richelle-goodrich
There's not one good thought in that place. There's nothing but waste and want. I can feel his selfish cravings and an abyss of secrets I hope to never know.
Steve V. CypertTags: loneliness dark darkness secret emotion alone emptiness lonely empty waste nightmare want abyss night-terror
If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.
Paulo CoelhoTags: alone
When the world makes me feel like I am alone, love reminds me otherwise.
Steve MaraboliTags: life happiness love world alone
Vienatvė ieško kelionės draugo, neklausdama, kas jis. Kas to nesupranta, tas niekada nebuvo vienišas, o tik vienas.
Erich Maria RemarqueTags: friend friendship loneliness alone lithuanian
How was I able to live alone before, my little everything? Without you I lack self-confidence, passion for work, and enjoyment of life--in short, without you, my life is no life.
[Written to his wife, Mileva]
Tags: life love passion purpose work fulfillment loneliness everything alone self-confidence enjoyment hollow
In the beginning, being alone is always a choice. Then it's not a choice anymore. When did it stop being a choice? What is it in me that stopped choosing you, that moved into you instead so that I have to be with you in order to be with myself?
Gunnar ArdeliusIf people feel lost and alone and helpless and broken and hopeless today, what will it be like if the world really begins to come apart at the hinges?
Brandon AndressTags: lost world people christianity alone survival christian economy hopeless collapse survive broken economic-depression last-days helpless end-times economic-collapse come-apart hinges
I have a good life, I remind myself. There are plenty of people who love me. They're just not around at the moment.
Cynthia HandTags: life friendship love family alone
But he also knew that, as much as he wanted to aid and console the soldier, he wanted to be alone in his room with the night coming down and a book close by and pen and paper and the knowledge that the door would remain shut until the morning came and he would ne be disturbed. The gap between these two desires filled him with sadness and awe at the mystery of the self, the mystery of having a single consciousness, knowing merely its own bare feelings and experiencing singly and alone it own pain or fear or pleasure or complacency.
Colm TóibínTags: loneliness self alone mystery
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