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A usurper always distrusts the whole world.
[It., Usurpator diffida
Di tutti sempre.]
A usurper always distrusts the whole world.
[It., Usurpator diffida
Di tutti sempre.]
There is none more lonely than the man who loves only himself.
There is none more lonely than the man who loves only himself.
One can endure sorrow alone, but it takes two to be glad.
One can endure sorrow alone, but it takes two to be glad.
The people I distrust most are those who want to improve our lives but have only one course of action.
The people I distrust most are those who want to improve our lives but have only one course of action.
Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would read more
Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.
A certain amount of distrust is wholesome, but not so much of
others as of ourselves; neither vanity not read more
A certain amount of distrust is wholesome, but not so much of
others as of ourselves; neither vanity not conceit can exist in
the same atmosphere with it.
I was never less alone than when by myself.
I was never less alone than when by myself.
People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
Sometimes I feel like a Stepping Stone... I am that kind, young lady that offers a wanderer food 'n drink read more
Sometimes I feel like a Stepping Stone... I am that kind, young lady that offers a wanderer food 'n drink off to the side of the road -- in the middle of nowhere as they journey into the next phase of their life. I am that kind, young lady that will change a stranger's life forever, and be a burned out memory in the back of their mind... I was that lady with the sad green eyes, the kind smile... The one that offered you a helping hand and good conversation while you ate your food.
