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.
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If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.
If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone.
It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone.
She's leaving home after living alone for so many years.
She's leaving home after living alone for so many years.
Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.
Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.
Maybe love won't let you down. All of your failures are training grounds and just as your back's turned you'll read more
Maybe love won't let you down. All of your failures are training grounds and just as your back's turned you'll be surprised...as your solitude subsides .
People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good.
Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good.
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.
