The lone bride gazed down on her tear-soaked white gown, knowing her fiance would not return to the chapel. Sighing in acceptance and defeat, she began the long walk home.
I love seeing the moon in the sky during the day.
It reminds me the world is not alone.
It is 10:42 at night, so stressed at work, tired, alone and almost out of energy. When a picture dropped right in front of me, it was a picture of me, and someone behind me.
Being lonely and being alone aren’t the same thing. I just happen to be both.
I saw her sitting alone at the table at the back, sipping a glass of wine, and went upto her and tapped her on the shoulders. She spun around, and when she saw me her eyes widened and she said: “Dear God, how did you get out from my head?”
I knew I would be all alone this time.
The game had just begun and not even the Gods cared to play along.
As he walked through life alone he happened upon a mirror.Alas, his reflection too, had left him.
Go on and murmur sweet nothings to the deep void of your heart in the bitter reality of your new existence, for there is no one left here to love you. You killed them, all of them, and no matter which realm of afterlife their train is bound for, you’re stuck here alive in your own personal hell on earth – alone.
I’m not lonely.
I’m just alone.
I’m sitting alone in the basement. This is getting ridiculous.
The artist could not lie.
He spent so very much time alone.
I don’t want to learn to be alone.
I’d rather learn the bassoon.
Man, when you took me down from that shelf I thought you understood the responsibility you were assuming.
You’re going out and leaving me alone again?