It is a joy to be hidden, and disaster not to be found.
D.W. WinnicottMots clés life solitude loneliness self childhood games introversion hiding hide-and-seek hidden-self
A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés friendship doubt loneliness
No I am not Prince Hamlet nor was meant to be
Am an attendant lord one that will do
To swell a progress start a scene or two
Advise the prince no doubt an easy tool
Deferential glad to be of use
Politic cautious and meticulous
Full of high sentence but a bit obtuse
At times indeed almost ridiculous—
Almost at times the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind Do I dare to eat a peach
I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us and we drown.
Mots clés loneliness hamlet regret mermaid trousers
Tennis is the loneliest sport
Andre AgassiMots clés loneliness psychology sport tennis
Eventually, I’ll grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl—who even when in the presence of company, still feels the loneliness that looms over her heart.
R.J. GonzalesMots clés loneliness sad heartbreak
The half-moon westers low, my love,
And the wind brings up the rain;
And wide apart lie we, my love,
And seas between the twain.
I know not if it rains, my love,
In the land where you do lie;
And oh, so sound you sleep, my love,
You know no more than I.
Mots clés love loneliness
Blessed with so many resources within myself the world was not necessary to me. I could do very well without it.
Jane AustenMots clés life world loneliness
I am," I said
To no one there
An no one heard at all
Not even the chair
"I am," I cried
"I am," said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still
Mots clés loneliness
I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.
Lili St. CrowMots clés death loneliness leaving left strange-angels holding-on
Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share or censure? But laxity in one area may lead to derangement in all.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés loneliness
« ; premier précédent
Page 28 de 84.
suivant dernier » ;
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.