loneliness [Theme] Page 286

Love is the main means of escape from the loneliness, which torments most men and women for almost their entire lives.

Each of us is alone in this world. Each is enclosed in a copper tower and can communicate with his fellows only through signs. But the signs are not the same for all, but because their meaning is dark and wrong. We desperately want to share with others the treasures of our heart, but they don't know how to take them, so we wander lonely through life, side by side with his companions, but not at the same time with them, not understanding them and not understood them. We are like the people that live in a foreign country, almost without knowing its language; they want to make a lot of wonderful, deep thoughts, but they are doomed to utter only stamped phrases from a phrase book. In their brain wander ideas one more interesting than the other, and tell these people is that: "the Aunt of our gardener had forgotten my umbrella."

Hate being alone - it makes me miss the crowd.

Solitude as you overcrowded!

Only in exile realize the extent to which the world has always been a world of exiles, and exiles.

When there is nobody to pick up from the morgue - it is loneliness.

... perhaps, in our universe we are not alone, but on this planet... we are all alone.

But only loneliness teaches us to love.

In this world everyone wants to be in love,
Everyone wants to be happy,
To be saved from loneliness.

Look at friends and strangers,
At the starry sky, string of lights,
And maybe among six billion
Will become less lonely people...

In the world of the Internet and SMS
We hid behind nicknames, all in all OK
But no one can say which life is real,
We six billion lonely people.

Solitude is best for all.

Every living thing dies alone.

The only one who not once left alone, knows the happiness of meetings with the beloved. Everything else just weakens the tension and the mystery of love. And what can more sharply to break through the magical realm of loneliness, if not an explosion of the senses, of their devastating power, if not the elements, the storm, the night, the music?... And love...