Though she’d begun to get a bit fat that winter, it was in February, around when her father found a toy poodle (sitting there, in the side yard, watchful and waiting as a person), and adopted it, that a weightlessness entered into Chelsea’s blood–an inside ventilation, like a bacteria of ghosts–and it was sometime in the fall, before her 23rd birthday, that her heart, her small and weary core, neglected now for years, vanished a little, from the center out, took on the strange and hollowed heaviness of a weakly inflated balloon. Tao Lin
I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyone else. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>A person...
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Haruki Murakami
That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.
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Haruki Murakami
If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?
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Lisa Kleypas
Sometimes the sound of silence is the most deafening sound of all.
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K.L. Toth
More Quotes By Tao Lin
There was an enjoyment to being alive, he felt, that because of an underlying meaninglessness—like how a person alone for too long cannot feel comfortable when with others; cannot neglect that underlying the feeling of belongingness is the certainty, really, of loneliness, and nothingness, and...
Loneliness can fly a helicopter through a cut-out shapeof a helicopter the same size as the helicopterand that's it's only skilland it isn't good enoughbut it's still amazing.
It sometimes seemed to him that for love to work, it had to be fair, that he should tell only half the joke, and she the other half. Otherwise, it would not be love, but something completely else—pity or entertainment, or stand-up comedy.
Matt would stare at Andrew for 10 minutes. It's depressing that people are different. Everyone should be one person, who should then kill itself in hand-to-hand combat.
Sad things are beautiful only from a distancetherefore you just want to get away from themfrom a distance of one hundred and thirty years. ...i'm going to distance myself until the world is beautiful
