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  • #1
    Ernest Hemingway
    “The fish is my friend too... I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky; he thought”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

  • #2
    Alfred Tennyson
    “Half the night I waste in sighs,
    Half in dreams I sorrow after
    The delight of early skies;
    In a wakeful dose I sorrow
    For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
    For the meeting of the morrow,
    The delight of happy laughter,
    The delight of low replies.”
    Alfred Tennyson, Maud, and other poems

  • #3
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.

    When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-

    If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #4
    Plato
    “Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
    Plato

  • #5
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #6
    Madeline Miller
    “Achilles was looking at me. “Your hair never quite lies flat, here.” He touched my head, just behind my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.”

    My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. “You haven’t,” I said.

    “I should have.” His hand drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. “What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?”

    “No,” I said.

    “This surely then.” His hand moved across the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed beneath it. “Have I told you of this?”

    “That you have told me.” My breath caught a little as I spoke.

    “And what of this?” His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. “Have I spoken of it?”

    “You have.”

    “And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this.” His cat’s smile. “Tell me I did not.”

    “You did not.”

    “There is this too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you of this.”

    I closed my eyes. “Tell me again,” I said.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    “That is — your friend?"
    "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #8
    Madeline Miller
    “I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #9
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #10
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

  • #11
    Haruki Murakami
    “But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #13
    John Joseph Powell
    “It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”
    John Joseph Powell, The Secret of Staying in Love

  • #14
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #15
    Robert Frost
    “They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
    Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
    I have it in me so much nearer home
    To scare myself with my own desert places.”
    Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost

  • #16
    E.E. Cummings
    “may came home with a smooth round stone
    as small as a world and as large as alone.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #17
    Wendell Berry
    “People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful or dull. They hate their work and find no rest in their leisure. They are estranged from their families and their neighbors. It should tell us something that in healthy societies drug use is celebrative, convivial, and occasional, whereas among us it is lonely, shameful, and addictive. We need drugs, apparently, because we have lost each other.”
    Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

  • #18
    Haruki Murakami
    “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. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what I am saying? A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.”
    Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

  • #19
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived, rejected, lost, life that we can die of.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #20
    Rudyard Kipling
    “We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”
    Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed

  • #21
    “But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.”
    Calla Quinn, All the Time

  • #22
    Jack Gilbert
    “Suddenly this defeat.
    This rain.
    The blues gone gray
    And the browns gone gray
    And yellow
    A terrible amber.
    In the cold streets
    Your warm body.
    In whatever room
    Your warm body.
    Among all the people
    Your absence
    The people who are always
    Not you.


    I have been easy with trees
    Too long.
    Too familiar with mountains.
    Joy has been a habit.
    Now
    Suddenly
    This rain.”
    Jack Gilbert

  • #23
    Osamu Dazai
    “For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #24
    Andy Rooney
    “If you smile when you are alone, then you really mean it.”
    Andy Rooney

  • #25
    Tennessee Williams
    “When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.”
    Tennessee Williams, Camino Real

  • #26
    Dorothy L. Sayers
    “I speak for a sorrowful people—for the ignorant and the poor. We rise up to labour and lie down to sleep, and night is only a pause between one burden and another. Fear is our daily companion—the fear of want, the fear of war, the fear of cruel death, and of still more cruel life. But all this we could bear if we knew that we did not suffer in vain; that God was beside us in the struggle, sharing the miseries of His own world. For the riddle that torments the world is this: Shall Sorrow and Love be reconciled at last, when the promised Kingdom comes?”
    Dorothy L. Sayers, The Man Born to Be King



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