But Lunch Isn't That Bad, ReallyOnce I get used tohaving to eat with two peopleinstead of one. Two people who have known each otherfor such a long timethat 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. . Sonya Sones
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and–in spite of True Romance magazines–we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely–at least, not all the...
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Hunter S. Thompson
Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.
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Alysha Speer
...and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.
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Gillian Flynn
If you learn to really sit with loneliness and embrace it for the gift that it is…an opportunity to get to know YOU, to learn how strong you really are, to depend on no one but YOU for your happiness…you will realize that a little...
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Mandy Hale
I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.
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Lois Lowry
More Quotes By Sonya Sones
I know this sounds incredibly lame, but I don't want losing my virginityto feel like I'm losing something. I want it to feel like I'm finding something. I want sex to be amazing. I want it to be life-alteringly wonderful. And I want it to...
Ready or not, here I come I'm so tired of this dumb game of hide and seek Olly olly oxen free Show yourself, you're scaring me Come out, come out, where ever you are You've taken this thing way too far
But Lunch Isn't That Bad, ReallyOnce I get used tohaving to eat with two peopleinstead of one. Two people who have known each otherfor such a long timethat they practically speak in code. Two people who are always saying, " Remember the time when this...
But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dustfloating in the airthat can only be seenwhen a shaft of light hits it.
There’s something so great about this, ” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this, ” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me–against the world.
