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  • #1
    Anne Sexton
    “I am stuffing your mouth with your
    promises and watching
    you vomit them out upon my face.”
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

  • #2
    W.H. Auden
    Funeral Blues

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
    Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
    W.H. Auden , Another Time

  • #3
    Lang Leav
    “It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me.

    "Do you love me?" I ask.

    In your hesitation I found my answer.”
    Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

  • #4
    Richard Siken
    “If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #5
    Lawrence Ferlinghetti
    “Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”
    Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poetry as Insurgent Art

  • #6
    Robert Frost
    “I would not come in.
    I meant not even if asked,
    And I hadn't been.”
    Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost

  • #7
    Kim Addonizio
    “Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road
    late at night.”
    Kim Addonizio

  • #8
    Javan
    “I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.”
    Javan, Something to Someone

  • #9
    Francis William Bourdillon
    “The night has a thousand eyes,
    And the day but one;
    Yet the light of the bright world dies
    With the dying sun.

    The mind has a thousand eyes,
    And the heart but one:
    Yet the light of a whole life dies
    When love is done.”
    Francis William Bourdillon

  • #10
    “But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would”
    Andrew Faulkner, Need Machine

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “Everything that happens to you matters to me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #12
    Paulo Coelho
    “My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #13
    Martin Heidegger
    “Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.”
    Martin Heidegger

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #15
    Charlotte Brontë
    “The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.”
    Charlotte Brontë

  • #16
    Audrey Hepburn
    “When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #17
    Henry Rollins
    “I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.”
    Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins

  • #18
    Vincent van Gogh
    “A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke”
    Vincent Van Gogh

  • #19
    Lili St. Crow
    “I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.”
    Lili St. Crow, Jealousy

  • #20
    David Levithan
    “It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.”
    David Levithan, Every Day

  • #21
    Frank O'Hara
    “Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.”
    Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency

  • #22
    Frank O'Hara
    “It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so.
    I admire you, beloved, for the trap you've set. It's like a final chapter no one reads because the plot is over.”
    Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency

  • #23
    Laini Taylor
    “For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.”
    Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

  • #24
    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

  • #25
    T.S. Eliot
    “I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

    I do not think that they will sing to me.”
    T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

  • #26
    David Foster Wallace
    “It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.”
    David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

  • #27
    James Dashner
    “i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone”
    James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

  • #28
    Henry Miller
    “Words are loneliness.”
    Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

  • #29
    T.S. Eliot
    “What is hell? Hell is oneself.
    Hell is alone, the other figures in it
    Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from
    And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.”
    T.S. Eliot

  • #30
    Anne Rice
    “It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face.”
    Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire



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