Leave me alone; I can’t struggle when I have the whole world on my side.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés world alone struggle whole leave
Leave me alone in the long desert forever, and I won’t give up on my dreams.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés dreams alone desires give-up leave
Struggling alone, like the everyday and ending with the same fate.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés fate alone everyday struggling
If you try you would never be alone; because the whole world is tired of loneliness.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés world loneliness alone never
Arrogance and selfishness are not the only reasons behind our loneliness, but most often we used to be alone because of them.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés loneliness arrogance alone selfishness reasons
If you ever felt alone, come to my cottage and drink the whole bottle; it is not so bad to be abnormal for a while.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés alone abnormal drink bottle cottage felt
Well it’s good to have a car like that, once in a while somebody’ll say, ‘why don’t you come over for dinner?’ and I can just say, ‘Car won’t make it.’ I don’t have to tell them that time is scarcer than young pussy around here, and I don’t mean time to write POETRY. I mean time to lay in bed, alone, and stare up at the ceiling and not think at all, not at all, not at all…
Charles BukowskiMots clés self-esteem alone conflict depression self-loathing
Never assume you are alone, because you never truly are. Only when your life has surely ended and your loved ones have forgotten you is when you are gone. Gone from this world and the next.
Sleep is when you are most vulnerable. It’s a sanctuary and a curse; how you perceive it is up to you.
Mots clés fear sleep alone essence safe vulnerable
In all my wanderings through this world of care,
In all my griefs -- and God has given my share --
I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,
Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;
To husband out life's taper at the close,
And keep the flame from wasting, by repose:
I still had hopes, for pride attends us still,
Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill,
Around my fire an evening group to draw,
And tell of all I felt, and all I saw;
And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue,
Pants to the place from whence at first she flew,
I still had hopes, my long vexations past,
Here to return -- and die at home at last.
Mots clés sadness home loneliness hope alone longing loney dieing
Without hesitation, Dove chose the nowhere road. For that was the only place, in his heart of hearts, that he really wanted to go.
Nelson AlgrenMots clés alone isolation running-away
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