"I say alone, for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realize."
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The Shunned House
by
H. P. Lovecraft
Maybe, he thought, there aren't any such things as good or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
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It
by
Stephen King
"It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason."
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The Mysterious Island
by
Jules Verne
She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
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Mrs. Dalloway
by
Virginia Woolf
"It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone," said Anne, shuddering.
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Anne of the Island
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery
She discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.
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Anne of the Island
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by a happiness that is not your own.
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Anne of the Island
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery
I wish I were not quite so lonely—and so poor. And yet I love both my loneliness and my poverty. The former makes me appreciate the companionship of the wind and rain, while the latter preserves my liver and prevents me wasting time in dancing attendance upon women.
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The Listener
by
Algernon Blackwood
"The liberty to live for self alone becomes in time a weary bondage."
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The Rosary
by
Florence L. Barclay
But the truth was that he died from solitude, the enemy known but to few on this earth, and whom only the simplest of us are fit to withstand.
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Nostromo
by
Joseph Conrad