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"I, sometimes, fear that probably I'll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I'll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do."
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"My past lives alone. That's why my loneliness wants to live in the past."
"If it's about me, I can be assured that there will be a bunch of empty chairs in the auditorium of my life; save the one I'm sitting in."
"Durum semolina, golden wheat wafting in Italian fields. Can you imagine how astonished the Italians would be if they knew that what they were exporting in 1971 was really loneliness."
"He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained."
"For now, I'm just going to hang out with these two smoking hotties and fly privately around the world. It might be lonely up here, but I sure like the view."
"You'll notice you don't have both feet on the ground when you don't have any friends around."
"He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means."
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"It's been 12 years now, and I think he still can read my smiles. The way my lips stretch, making my eyes look smaller than they already are. The way my cheeks turn a little red, forming new wrinkles near my eyes. The way the dimple on my face makes a visit whenever I smile meeting someone I haven't seen in ages. It's been 12 years now, and I haven't smiled at him even once."
"He saw her red eyes filled with tears of anger. 'Tell me why this rage?' He asked holding her in his arms. 'Why do you fence for yourself so much?She sighed and muttered, 'Because all I really want is nothing but to be proved wrong."
"To write is to reveal oneself.When I write something, fiction or non - fiction, I do not expect you to accept what I write, nor to agree with what I propose.I expect you to spend at least a tenth of a second to think about it - may be not about the characters, nor about the piece, but at least about the idea."
"What broke your heart so badThat you had to close every door, That you say you have a dark soulAnd can't utter the word 'love' anymore?"
"And truths, these days, are spokenThe same way promises are made, With gritted teeth and crossed fingers."
"In the midst of the vagaries of life, they provide us a trip to the land of goodness and fairies, of imaginations and possibilities.A childhood that wasn't spent watching cartoons or reading comic strips, no wonder, seems too dull to imagine."
"I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey."
"Nostalgia'How often we use this word reminiscing about the past - our childhood, school days, college days.. We feel nostalgic, we dwell in the memories of the past, we talk about how great those days were and how we would do anything to just go back in time and live those days again..Perhaps we fail to realize the fact that tomorrow we will say the same things about today, about the days we are living in now, about the emotions we are feeling now, about the time we are spending now..I love this day. I love this weird feeling I feel today. I belong here."
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