I am so lost in the lost road , I chose this on my own , I emptied all that I had , All that I have left within , is emptiness - a void that refuses to fill. How can I be alone in a room , filled with a million souls ? How can I stay hungry after feeding hundreds of homes ? How ? Is this the pain of letting go and raising towards transcendence - Where I leave all my worldly pleasures and seek union with the One ?-Or is it a bout of lucidity , that I am all by myself , carrying on , paying for the sins of others and living "BUT" for myself..-an everyday stagmata where the pain is so numb, that the the body ceases to exist ? . BinYamin Gulzar
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
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