{"quotes":[{"text":"To love others you've got to love yourself, but I love myself too much I've got no place for others.","author":"Ahmed Mostafa","tags":["lonely","lonesome","loving-oneself","loving-yourself","narcissism","narcissistic"],"id":14468,"author_id":"Ahmed+Mostafa"},{"text":"To an optimist loneliness is freedom, to all others it is prison.","author":"Amit Kalantri","tags":["alone","amit-kalantri","amit-kalantri","amit-kalantri-writer","company","free","freedom","inspiration","inspirational","inspirational","lone","loneliness","lonesome","lonesomeness","love","motivation","motivational","motivational","optimism","optimist","philosophy","prison"],"id":116754,"author_id":"Amit+Kalantri"},{"text":"Nobody enjoys the company of others as intensely as someone who usually avoids the company of others.","author":"Mokokoma Mokhonoana","tags":["affable","alone","amicable","anchoress","anchorite","anthropocentric","anthropocentrism","antisocial","approachable","ascetic","by-oneself","chummy","cloistered","clubby","communicative","companionable","companionless","convivial","cordial","eremite","extrovert","forthcoming","friendless","friendly","genial","gregarious","hail-fellow-well-met","hermit","hermitic","incommunicado","introvert","isolate","isolation","lone-wolf","lonely","loner","lonesome","marabout","misanthrope","misanthropy","on-one-s-own","open","outgoing","recluse","reclusive","responsive","seclude","secluded","sociable","solitarian","solitary","solitudinarian","troglodyte","unaccompanied","unsociable","warm","withdrawn"],"id":125070,"author_id":"Mokokoma+Mokhonoana"},{"text":"But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.","author":"Dennis Lehane","tags":["depression","grief","heartache","lonesome","loss","love","love-lost","miss","missing-her","missing-someone","mournography","no-going-back","sadness"],"id":168012,"author_id":"Dennis+Lehane"},{"text":"His scorn of humanity grew by what it fed on; he realized in fact that the world is mostly made up of solemn humbugs and silly idiots.There was no room for doubt; he could entertain no hope of discovering in another the same aspirations and the same antipa- thies, no hope of joining forces with a mind that, like his own, should find its satisfaction in a life of studious idleness; no hope of uniting a keen and doctrinaire spirit such as his, with that of a writer and a man of learning.","author":"Joris-Karl Huysmans","tags":["depression","incompatibility","loathing","lonesome"],"id":199508,"author_id":"Joris-Karl+Huysmans"},{"text":"Never wanna leave my Justice, my home.So I bring her with me, my baby Lonesome.Don't matter, Justice is always there,Always right there, no matter where I go.My baby Lonesome,Makin' it so I'm never missin' home.","author":"Kristen Ashley","tags":["daddy","deke","justice","kristen-ashley","lonesome","sweet"],"id":216063,"author_id":"Kristen+Ashley"},{"text":"He laid there realizing how thoroughly he'd removed himself from the world or obligations, how stupidly independent he'd become: he needed no one, knew no one, was not a part of anyone's life. He'd so thoroughly removed himself from the world of dependencies and obligations, he wasn't sure he still existed.","author":"A.M. Homes","tags":["isolation","loneliness","lonesome","modern-life","wealth"],"id":323883,"author_id":"A.M.+Homes"},{"text":"A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling, or teaching, or ordering. Rather, he seeks to establish a relationship with meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all our live trying to be less lonesome. And one of our ancient methods is to tell a story, begging the listener to say, and to feel, 'Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought.' To finish is sadness to a writer, a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.","author":"John Steinbeck","tags":["alone","death","feel","feeling","finish","listen","listener","loneliness","lonesome","meaning","observing","relationship","sadness","signal","star","story","teaching","telling","word","write","writer","writing"],"id":357662,"author_id":"John+Steinbeck"},{"text":"A lonely night is more profound then lonesome nights.","author":"Santosh Kalwar","tags":["lonely","lonesome","night"],"id":404482,"author_id":"Santosh+Kalwar"},{"text":"How I wish I was like the water,Flowing so freely with every dropLet my every emotion wonder,No need to start, nor even stopHow I wish I was like the fire,Burning with every flame upLeaving a trace of hot desireAs a Phoenix raises its' wings upHow I wish I was like the earth,Raising each flower from the groundSeeing the beauty of death and birthAnd then returning to the groundHow I wish I was like the wind,Hearing each whisper, sound and thoughtA lonesome and wandering little wind,Shattering all that has been soughtOh, how I wish I was where you are,Not separated by empty space, so farIt seems like we're galaxies apart,But we find hope within our heartAnd how I wish I was all of the above,So I can come below and yet forget,The beauty of angels which come down like a doveAnd demons who love with no regret.","author":"Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache","tags":["angels","beauty","birth","burning","death","demons","desire","dove","drop","earth","emotion","fire","flame","flower","flowing","freely","galaxies","ground","hearing","heart","hope","hot","lonesome","love","phoenix","regret","sound","space","start","stop","thought","trace","wander","wandering","water","whisper","wind","wings"],"id":423113,"author_id":"Virgil+Kalyana+Mittata+Iordache"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":12,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}