None of them could help her. She had lost all of them. They would not find out about this; she would not put it into a letter. And because of this she understood that they would never know her now. Maybe, she thought, they had never known her, any of them, because if they had, then they would have had to realize what this would be like for her. Anonymous
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
