“How lonely it must be in that shallow pool you wade alone in.”

Love me completely never half heartedly, all hearts deserve to feel whole.

I came here as an escape not another form of chains.

He could tell she was a little risky but he often enjoyed the taste of danger.

Sometimes survival simply looks like breathing.

I tried so hard to be everything you wanted and maybe that’s where I went wrong.

I am no longer crisp like freshly pressed linens. There is a staleness to me that has reluctantly set in.

I wish I knew then all of the things I know now that I am enough.

My words are written like prayers begging to be answered by you.

She cures the ache in places no one else can reach.

All of the pain she had endured only makes her beauty shine through more.

You are the love I could never escape not that I would ever want to.

You shouldn’t break apart from loving someone. Love is meant to heal – not destroy us.

Live as tho death is not the inevitable end.

My arms grieve a love that took shape in the form of you.

There is no love affair held in these hands. I am reminded of this time and again.

Rest your lips close to mine, lets seal forever with a kiss.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.

Won’t someone please answer my prayers before I’m old and gray. I’ve been lonely too long and all my family thinks I’m gay.

If I’m such a legend, then why am I so lonely? If I’m such a legend, then why do I sit at home for hours staring at the damned telephone, hoping it’s out of order, even calling the operator asking her if she’s sure it’s not out of order?

It is the lone worker who makes the first advance in a subject: the details may be worked out by a team, but the prime idea is due to the enterprise, thought, and perception of an individual.

That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.

Nothing turns you into something you are not faster than someone’s loneliness.

She doesn’t need to be alone to be lonely. She doesn’t need to speak to be heard.