Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.
Anything that’s human is mentionable, and anything that is mentionable can be more manageable. When we can talk about our feelings, they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary. The people we trust with that important talk can help us know that we are not alone.
One of the advantages of living alone is that you don't have to wake up in the arms of a loved one.
Anything you fully do is an alone journey.
And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
Remember, man does not live on bread alone: sometimes he needs a little buttering up.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.
None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone.