A story about loneliness - the story and reasoning of a man. Tag: Stories about loneliness A fascinating story about first love and loneliness

I go to the window, raise my head to the sky... How beautiful it is - the starry night sky!.. You can’t help but wonder: I wonder, has anyone counted how many of them there are, these stars, little stars, little stars? Thousand? Million? Billion? I am attracted by this endless infinity!.. Probably somewhere out there, in the endless Universe, a small fragment of it is circling and living its eternally endless life - My Star. How I sometimes want to believe it!!!

I have been living in this world for twenty-four years. Twenty-four years of endless self-searching. (One very good girl she recently told me that she is “all in search of herself.” I smiled at this. “My dear,” I thought then, “how long will you have to search!”) My friend G. is convinced that the most important thing for a person is to find his place in this world and then everything will be ok. He was lucky - in his late twenties he found his place, but it took a good ten years of grueling search! He is one of the lucky few who got lucky. I wrote and was horrified: “one of the few who are lucky”... It turns out that all other people are unhappy? No, they probably have their own happiness, but without the heady feeling of victory in achieving their cherished dream. They simply forgot about her, threw her out of life, trampled on her... But they didn’t die! And they live, they are happy!.. Only happiness is invented. I don't want such happiness! And therefore I continue my endless search for myself. Look, in about...twenty years and I will be destined to feel the intoxicating: “FOUND!!!” But for now... For now there is only endless searching, endless walking in circles...

Twenty-four years of endless search for the elusive truth. Sometimes I have doubts: “Maybe there is no truth in the world at all? Maybe this is just a hoax? The sages say: “the truth is somewhere nearby...”, but even the wisest of the wise fail to grab it by the collar! So what do I want? Do I really put myself on the same level as the smartest representatives of humanity? No, not at all! But I also want to grab my piece of the pie called truth. Do I really want too much?
Many people probably won't understand me. “Do you want to reinvent a bicycle that was already invented by someone long ago? - they will say - Or reinvent the law of universal gravitation? For what? After all, this already exists, no one is interested in it anymore!” “Perhaps,” I will answer, “but I want to make my own bicycle, discover my own law of universal gravitation, even my own theory of relativity, damn it!!! Maybe I’ll want to outdo Einstein and get my Nobel Prize for it?! Everything is in my hands! You won’t understand this, because you live in your own closed world and see nothing except four walls and a box that fills your head with emptiness called “TV”!!!” Accustomed to prohibitions since childhood, by the age of twenty-four I had already trained myself so much that I had developed a certain immunity to all sorts of “don’ts” and “shouldn’ts,” so that now I can respond to all sorts of half-hints from those around me and even people close to me like “ Why the hell did you give up on this theater?”, or “throw the hell out of your useless writings and start making money!”, I just don’t pay attention. I don't care about public opinion and I (oh, horror!) am PROUD OF THIS!!! Just like that! And stubbornly, no matter what, I continue my endless search, confident that the truth is “out there”...

Twenty-four years of endless search for happiness. Who knows what this thing is: “happiness”? For many, this is something distant and beautiful, you reach out and stretch out all your life, sometimes it seems that you have found it, but some time passes and you realize that “happiness is not in this, but in something else.” And that's how life goes. Family, work, home - these are the three axioms of happiness for most people. Do they really want nothing more?
It seems to me that my happiness lies in the possibility of self-realization (at least for today this is so). First it was Sinton, then dancing, now theater and always creativity. My happiness is momentary, and at that moment when I relax on the dance floor, play my favorite role on the stage of my native cultural center, or find, look for inspiration, when my hand irresistibly reaches out to clean slate paper to give him part of my soul - that’s when I’m truly happy! But this medal also has a flip side. When I suddenly lose my rhythm, I can’t get used to the role, when I can’t write and all sorts of nonsense creeps into my head, a breakdown occurs, and I understand that “happiness is not in this, but in something else.” But what? At such moments I want to run away, hide, hide... I want to run away from myself. Because if happiness does not lie in this, then it is unclear why and why I am doing all this, what do I want to achieve? I cannot answer this question for myself.

Twenty-four years of endless search for love. The first damn thing happened about nine years ago. There have been at least five of them in the last four years, and all of them not by much better than the first. Probably, my “heavy energy” is to blame for everything, as my friend G. says. It’s very possible that he is right, but what should I do with it? How to fight? And is it only the heaviness of my energy that is the reason for the lack of love?
Apparently they are missing something, beautiful representatives of humanity. Perhaps they expect something more from me than I can give them. “The love you receive is equal to the love you give,” the Beatles once said. I guess I don't give it away enough. I guess I don't know how to love.
When you’re just friends with a girl, that’s nothing, but as soon as you start talking about your love, you hear the banal: “Let’s remain friends.” Exchange of love for friendship - how simple it sometimes sounds, but how painful it becomes in the soul from this endless exchange! How I unbearably want to press to my chest the only one who can save me from loneliness!!!

What's up? - friends ask me.
“Okay,” I answer, although I know that I’m lying.
I deceive others, I deceive myself, because my life cannot be good until I find my one and only, until I get rid of my loneliness!!!

Every tomorrow is a continuation of yesterday. In the morning I open my eyes to the usual alarm at 5.50, but continue to sleep. Every ten minutes, the alarm clock reminds you with the insistent melody of the anthem: “It’s time to get up!” At twenty minutes past six I convince myself that I’m already awake, turn off the alarm clock and go wash. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, I just can’t understand how you can be happy with such a face? But after a cup of coffee, everything changes, even the face in the mirror evokes optimism. However, some time passes and everything becomes as before, dull and dreary. Then - a frantic working day, running around, yelling, nerves, and there is only one thing that makes me happy in this madhouse - that today is a rehearsal! The theater is one of the few places where I can relax and have a good time if the rehearsal was successful. If there is no rehearsal, I stay up to eight hours at work, sometimes I compose something (like now, for example), fortunately the computer is at hand and you can always see what I wrote in printed form, remove everything unnecessary... I absolutely don’t want to go home, because at home I definitely won’t get rid of my loneliness!!!
It is very difficult to sleep at night. I toss and turn... And my soul is heavy. Life goes into emptiness. Sometimes, when my soul is especially heavy, I get up in the middle of the night, quietly make my way to the kitchen, where the windows are without curtains...

I'm not afraid of loneliness without people, I'm afraid of loneliness without faith.

I can feel, think, and say with my tongue only one thing: “Thank God!”

God bless!

With a generous hand, our good Lord pours out His mercy. Gives, opens, consoles, admonishes, and much more that is impossible to list. We reach out to Him - the Sun of life, seeking in Him warmth and protection from all adversity. And He never ceases to love us, does not leave us, again and again destroying the networks in which we find ourselves. None of this is easy. This is the way. We are all wanderers walking the same road - the road of life. We are all girded with sorrows and joys. Everyone is in search of the ever-elusive happiness. We are not strong like the monks, and we are not wise like the elders. We hope that everything will be fine, and with annoyance we notice sad feelings in ourselves. These feelings, like small pebbles, get into our shoes and prevent us from walking, sometimes wounding us to the point of bleeding.

There are no words to explain the feeling of loneliness. Many, if not all, who live in the world are familiar with it. Neither hard work, nor busyness, nor good company protects against it. Mother of many children, exhausted by the most difficult feat, in a short moment of rest she feels its prick. A winged young man, smart and beloved son, in a crowd of transport, pressed against the cold window of a trolleybus, will suddenly experience its heaviness. The father of the family, the support, the first and main wall from everyday adversity, will suddenly shake, realizing his presence. And the girl, not just for a minute, but for an hour or two, will begin to suffer from it, like a fever. Loneliness, like the damp winter of St. Petersburg, chills to the very bones. It seems like we have to come to terms with him. But what if there is nothing to come to terms with? What if we took loneliness and looked at it closely? Think about its nature and wash yourself of it with the grace of God. Perhaps loneliness does not have true strength, but only deceptive impressions.

"I'm needed now!"

Peter came to our temple two years ago. His appearance was memorable to me not only because our parish is small and every new person is noticeable. But also thanks to the fact that the grace that the Lord, by His ineffable mercy, gave him to embark on the path of Christian life, literally poured out of him. Peter shone like a Christmas tree, his eyes sparkled, he smiled all the time and treated everyone, without exception, with simplicity and complete trust. Like an orphan child, he tried to get along with everyone and opened his heart to everyone. Perhaps, I thought then, this is how every newcomer looks and behaves, but I didn’t know for sure. And our women shook their heads at him and wailed.

He is unhappy, completely alone. He suffers because no one needs him. God help me! - they sighed and, on occasion, fed Peter, gave him kind words and wished him happiness.

I silently looked at the situation from the outside. Firstly, because Peter and I are about the same age, and I’m a married lady, and I can’t be too scattered kind words I shouldn't go to a stranger. Secondly, to be completely honest, I am not characterized by comforting warmth - such a feminine manifestation when the conversation is filled on a spiritual level with the aroma of freshly baked bread, coziness and comfort - in a word, when it is very pleasant. But, unfortunately, I am more of a cracker than a baker, and sometimes I myself need softening. And thirdly, what turned out to be more important for me than anything else, I thought about loneliness in general, as a phenomenon.

I don’t know what emotions other people experience, because someone else’s soul is hidden, but at times I myself felt lonely. An unpleasant melancholy feeling could arise at any moment, even when completely overwhelmed kind people. Just a “poke” somewhere in the hypochondrium, and everything is foggy and incomprehensibly heavy. This is fine? I didn't think so. And then suddenly there was a man next to me who was truly alone, that is, literally alone, alone in the whole world, and yet he felt the same. It seems that at least the intensity of the experience should be different, but is this really so obvious? In short, strange and incomprehensible.

I used to dislike this experience, as if it were a pimple on my chin - an annoying sore that should never happen. And now it’s completely alarming. And then my mind seemed to grab this feeling by the tail, pull it closer and begin to examine it closely.

It was then the middle of summer, and everyone who had not gone to their dachas helped at the church to the best of their ability. I also came to do something, but mostly to be in church once again, to plunge into the world of silence and meaning.

One fine day, young tree seedlings were brought to the parish. And the priest blessed Peter and me to plant them. We equipped ourselves and went to do our obedience.

I really love nature. For me, such obedience became not work at all, but joyful entertainment. The trunks of young apple trees, thin and slender, were pleasing to the eye. The unfamiliar man next to me, about the same age, embarrassed me somewhat, but I hoped that Peter understood everything. I thought that our communication would be reduced to the minimum necessary to fulfill obedience. But it was not there. Inspired by the grace of the new leadership, in complete simplicity he began to talk to me about seedlings, about the weather, about other things. Peter kept joking and persistently tried to win me over to communication, but I maintained a face of decency, answered unequivocally and, at every opportunity, exposed myself ring finger right hand, where my position symbol was located. I didn’t even think about the fact that Peter was trying to start a relationship with me, but I didn’t want to create ambiguous situations. At some point, Peter finally noticed my efforts and asked:

Vassa, are you married?

Lucky ones,” Peter said thoughtfully and suddenly became very sad.

His face sank completely, but he tried to hide his feelings and smiled forcefully.

I thought that I must definitely ask the Lord, and He will certainly help, because the Lord is love and goodness. Because the Lord is incredibly kind and hears our every breath.

And Peter said:

They tell me I need to ask, pray to God, and I pray. And all our women are praying for me.

So there is hope.

I nodded and finally smiled too and mentally added my sigh to God for the happiness for Peter. We calmly finished work and said goodbye, leaving the apple trees to take root in their new place.

“No, Peter was never alone,” I thought. “After all, his prayers were heard, which means they were listened to.”

Very soon everything in Peter’s life changed. He met a woman. They got married and got married. And recently they had a child. Once, running past me, Peter slowed down and, smiling joyfully, said:

This is a miracle, Vassa! A real miracle! I have a family now. And you know what? - He clasped his hands out of enthusiasm. - My wife has adult daughter, and she recently gave birth too! Can you imagine?! I'm also a grandfather now!

Peter laughed happily.

Now I will always be needed. I'm not alone now! - he exclaimed and ran further.

And I thought that he was never alone, because his prayers were heard, which means they were listened to.

Murderer

And so, quite recently, one late evening, when it was dark outside, and the rain was knocking on the windowsill, and the wind was blowing through the window, I again suddenly felt a pang of loneliness. I went to the window, began to peer into the traffic jam and thought that my husband was probably stuck somewhere there. But in essence it doesn’t matter. We are born alone and die alone. This is the lot of all people. But, thinking like this, I remembered an incident, or rather, a conversation that took place almost three years ago. Then it was also evening and raining, and it was this circumstance that made my interlocutor also remember something.

We sat in the refectory after the evening service, hoping that the rain would subside and we could run home. Zoya, elderly woman, turned on the heater and moved it to her feet.

My knees hurt,” she said.

I really like Zoya. But not because I know her well. She just somehow reminds me of my beloved, but long-deceased grandmother Lyuba. And this similarity, almost imperceptible, turns Zoya into a person close to me. I reach out to her, and she responds to me with patience and kindness.

There were five of us in the refectory, but soon three ran away. I was waiting for my husband, who was supposed to come back for me and bring an umbrella.

It feels like we are alone in the whole world,” I said thoughtfully, looking out the small window.

The street was almost invisible, only water flowed down the dark glass. My thought seemed very romantic, almost philosophical. But Zoya said:

This is nonsense and not true. We are never alone.

I looked at her. She rubbed her sore knees, and her face expressed suffering.

You know,” Zoya said thoughtfully, “this reminded me of one incident in my life.” It was also bad weather then. True, snow. But the evening is exactly like that - dark, dank. My legs also hurt a lot then. Weather…

I again tried to peer into the darkness in search of my husband, but the rain did not let me. I thought I should run to meet him. Anything is better than just sitting and waiting.

Sit down,” Zoya said, “I’ll tell you, and you won’t think about these nonsense anymore.”

My husband will scold me if I go out in the rain,” I expressed my thoughts and doubts out loud.

And rightly so,” Zoya said sternly. - Sit down, I say, don’t hang around.

I sat down opposite the woman, and again I felt sorry for her. She kept rubbing her knees. But then I looked into her eyes, and there were sparkles of either fun or just life.

What's the story? - I asked, feeling the dry warmth of the heater.

It was February,” Zoya began. - I'm younger. But my legs are nowhere. Although it's even worse now. Eh... In general, I was on duty at the church. Late evening. There is not a soul in the temple. I'm alone. She sat just like that and rubbed her knees. It’s like night outside: it’s dark, you could cut it with a knife. And the wind howls under the roof. Darkness. Uncomfortable. I prayed. I read akathists and looked at my watch. And the arrow, as if enchanted, barely moves. And then a guy comes into the church. I look: what a face he has! Gloomy, stooped. I didn't like him right away. He glanced around and walked towards me...

Zoya leaned towards me through the heater, and I reached out to her. Her face became stern, and I somehow felt uneasy. And she continues:

- "What? - speaks. - Alone here? I said nothing. And he's even scarier up close. There are some scars on his face and his hands are dirty. He says to me: “Give me some candles,” and throws some pieces of paper. I give him candles for everything. And he looks at me, without taking his eyes off. And my heart is so heavy. And my hands are shaking and shaking with fear.

Zoya sighs heavily, and I think with her: “This is the situation! So is duty in the church! After all, there’s no one to even intercede!”

Zoya smiles sadly:

The guy noticed my hands. He says: “Are you afraid of me?”, and without waiting for an answer, he says: “That’s right. I'm a killer." This statement took my breath away.

“Me too,” I exhale. - Right now... I can’t imagine how you... there.

“Yeah,” Zoya nods. - He took all the candles. “Where,” he asks, “for peace?” I pointed to him with a trembling hand. And he went. While standing there, I didn’t know what to do. I was wondering how I would defend myself. I regretted that there was no knife. Such horror gripped me that even though I could run, I couldn’t do it - my legs couldn’t move at all from fear and pain. Everything, I think, will kill me and not ask. I thought I should strike first. I reached such despair that tears flowed. And there is only one thought: “Murderer! Murderer!" And suddenly I hear a voice right inside my head. So pure and strong. “Stop it! - speaks like a bell. “You’re a murderer yourself.”

Like this?! - I gasped in surprise.

“It doesn’t matter,” Zoya waved me off. - It is important that this is true! After this my voice was cut off. And the fear disappeared in an instant, and the mind brightened. I understood everything. I realized my bitter mistake. I realized my judgment.

I'm sorry, what? I calmed down immediately. Cooled down.

And the guy?

And the guy then came up to me again, but this time he was all in tears. I told him sweet Nothing she said, and he opened up. He needed it. It turned out he was a former soldier. Participated in hostilities. He barely survived. I came to light candles for dead friends and killed enemies. And he is not a killer at all, but a tired warrior. We talked with him for two hours. So that.

“The guardian angel brought some sense,” Zoya answered. “He was there all the time and didn’t let trouble happen.” No, we are not alone!

I thought hard then. Then she looked at Zoya. I still had one more question, but I didn’t know if it was appropriate to ask about it. But then, as soon as I imagined that I would be completely exhausted in ignorance, I immediately plucked up courage.

I think my Guardian Angel,” Zoya answered calmly. - You see how I brought it to my senses. He was there all the time and didn’t let trouble happen. And you say: alone in the whole world. No. Not true.

Already returning home under an umbrella and the guardianship of my husband, I thought: “How good it is that the Guardian Angel is always nearby. That we are never alone. What a wonderful circumstance in the life of every Christian!”

Of course, under these two stories I want to write a final word. But I am not a spiritual person and have almost no experience of spiritual life. I give all spiritual and moral conclusions with a light heart to those who know how to do it. I only sincerely hope that these cases will serve as consolation to someone, like myself, at a difficult moment, when loneliness is on the contrary, and protect the heart. And then this feeling, like an annoying pebble in a shoe, will never stop us from moving forward. We will simply throw it away, forever, and from our lips will come out:

Thank God for everything!

Loneliness

Banker Spartak Sysuevich Moshnenko had a birthday. While they were cooking and setting up food at his house, the men in four cars went to the lakes to swim. On the way, they picked up girls of easy virtue to squeal.

They lit a fire, barbecued, drank, ran and swam. Spartak Sysuevich got so naughty that he and one red-haired woman, standing waist-deep in water, exchanged underpants.

But then it got dark, everything was ready at home, and their dressed-up wives were waiting at the table. The drivers honked their horns, flashed their headlights and drove off.

On the road, the drivers lost sight of each other, so no one noticed that the hero of the occasion was not in any car. And the girls were dropped off at the metro.

Only later, when we sat down at the table, did we find out that Spartak Sysuevich was not there. The drivers were reprimanded and sent back to the lake.

Everyone was drunk and started slowly without the owner. The men whispered that he deliberately stayed with that red-haired girl.

But things were different.

Spartak Sysuevich really became interested in one of the girls and, to show how strong he was, he decided to swim across the lake. Swim across and shout something to everyone from the other side.

And he really swam. But no matter how much he shouted, no one heard him because of the music and other voices.

Then Spartak Sysuevich sat down behind a bush so that he could at least poop here in peace.

But as soon as he sat down, the cars on the other side began to hum, turned on their headlights and started moving. No one noticed his absence, because everyone sat down anywhere with girls on their laps. And that red-haired woman knew everything, but remained silent because she secretly hated men in general.

The city was forty kilometers along the highway. Hoping that they would still come back for him, Spartak Sysuevich began to wait. But soon he felt cold, the mosquitoes were in earnest, and he walked towards them on his own. Pampered feet were pricked by sharp pebbles; I had to hold my manhood with my palm so as not to lose it.

In half an hour, only one car passed by. Shining his headlights on his desperately vocal fellow traveler, the driver cursed and sharply stepped on the gas. The middle-aged, well-fed man was wearing only women's panties from a sex shop: mesh in the front, string in the back.

Realizing that here on high road, he could easily be killed, Spartak Sysuevich decided to walk across the path, towards the lights of new buildings glowing somewhere on the edge of the universe.

At that moment, as he turned, jeeps sent to search for him drove past.

He walked towards his city, and the windows of the houses located on the outskirts gradually went dark. The full moon illuminated his path in the wild. Frogs jumped out from under his feet screaming, and night birds flapping their wings right next to his face.

Spartak Sysuevich gradually sobered up, thirst and fatigue began to overcome him. Every now and then he squatted down, scooped with his palms and drank water from holes and swamps.

When it began to get light, he crossed the rat wasteland and came to the first city building. His foot stepped onto a civilized asphalt surface.

At the same time, the sky became cloudy and a long September rain began. No longer covering himself with his palm, clenching his fists and moving his nodules, he strode widely in the middle of the deserted streets past random early passers-by and blinking yellow traffic lights. He no longer thought about water, food, a warm bath and a dry bed. He wanted only one thing: to take the pump-action shotgun out from under the back seat, go up to his apartment and kill everyone.

Finally he saw his jeep at the front door and picked up a cobblestone. Approaching the tinted rear side window, he swung it hard.

But then a police car stopped nearby and they took him.

Sometimes we crave loneliness, but we just can’t manage to be left alone with our thoughts and feelings, and sometimes we need someone to be nearby, but he’s not there...

Loneliness is considered a kind of awareness of oneself as a useless, abandoned person. But for what reasons does a person who lives in the company of other people consider himself lonely and abandoned? And is this so? Let's try to figure it out using short quotes about the loneliness of great people.

Beautiful women rarely alone, but often lonely.
Henryk Jagodzinski

Dreamers are lonely.
Erma Bombeck

Loneliness is the reverse side of freedom.
Sergei Lukyanenko

Loneliness, how overpopulated you are!
Stanislav Jerzy Lec

How better means messages, the further the person is from the person.
Yalu Kurek

A wise man is least lonely when he is alone.
Jonathan Swift

Solitude is a luxury of the rich.
Albert Camus

You are not alone in your loneliness.
Ashley Brilliant

We make ourselves lonely.
Maurice Blanchot

Eagles fly alone, rams graze in herds.
Philip Sidney

Every person has a piece of loneliness that can never be filled by loved ones, earthly entertainment, pleasures or pleasures. This has been the case since biblical times, namely from the moment when Adam and Eve were expelled from paradise, loneliness settled in the hearts of people. Maybe loneliness is that eternal longing for the times of being in paradise, or maybe not. Probably everyone should answer this question for themselves. Well, quotes about loneliness will help with this.

Wise Quotes About Loneliness

We are often lonelier among people than in the quiet of our rooms.
Henry David Thoreau

Alone, a person is either a saint or a devil.
Robert Burton

Loneliness is a well-known refrain in life. It is no worse or better than much else. They just talk about him too much. A person is always lonely or never!
Erich Maria Remarque

The cruelest loneliness is the loneliness of the heart.
Pierre Buast

A person feels lonely when he is surrounded by cowards.
Albert Camus

Loneliness - sometimes better society.
John Milton

A pensive soul tends towards loneliness.
Omar Khayyam

The worst loneliness is not having true friends.
Robert Burton

It's better to be alone than in bad company.
John Ray

I don't know anyone who doesn't feel lonely in one way or another.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez

As long as humanity has existed, loneliness has existed for as long. Most of humanity is afraid of it and cannot understand why it comes sooner or later. But, as they say, you need to know the enemy by sight. So let's try to understand this topic with the help of sayings and quotes from great people.

About loneliness with meaning

Loneliness - beautiful thing; but you need someone to tell you that loneliness is a wonderful thing.
Honore de Balzac

Being alone often makes you feel less lonely.
Johann Gottfried Herder

God is with us, so we are not alone.
Konstantin Kushner

I have never met a partner as sociable as loneliness.
Henry David Thoreau

Most strong people and the most lonely.
Henrik Ibsen

Loneliness is really a lousy thing for all its enormous advantages.
Arkady and Boris Strugatsky

I've always been my own best company.
Charles Bukowski

Loneliness only increases the feeling of uselessness.
Ken Kesey

You should not confuse loneliness and solitude. Loneliness for me is a psychological, mental concept, while solitude is physical. The first dulls, the second calms.
Carlos Castaneda

The first thing loneliness prompts you to do is to deal with yourself and your past.
August Strindberg

Many people find positive aspects in solitude. Indeed, loneliness can be seen as an opportunity to be alone with yourself, understand your own soul and listen to your inner voice. Many psychologists believe that the time we spend alone is the most fruitful. If a person were always busy communicating with others, many wonderful thoughts and ideas would never come to his mind. And, besides, as one quote says, you can live alone if you are waiting for someone.

Sad sayings about loneliness

Don't wait for someone else to make the first move. What do you have to lose but your loneliness?
John Kehoe

How nice it is to lie motionless on the sofa and realize that you are alone in the room! True happiness is impossible without loneliness.
Anton Chekhov

It's so good to be alone. But it’s so good when there is someone to whom you can tell how good it is to be alone.
Ernest Hemingway

To be able to endure solitude and enjoy it is a great gift.
Bernard Show

It's better to be alone than unhappy with someone.
Marilyn Monroe

I don't like loneliness. I just don’t make unnecessary acquaintances so as not to be disappointed in people again.
Haruki Murakami

Loneliness is when there is a telephone in the house and the alarm clock rings.
Faina Ranevskaya

When you are lonely, it does not mean that you are weak. It means you are strong enough to wait for what you deserve.
Will Smith

It's scary to become unnecessary, not to be lonely.
Tatiana Solovova

A fool seeks how to overcome loneliness, a wise man finds how to enjoy it.
Mikhail Mamchich

But smart quotes about loneliness with meaning are one thing, but the real state when, even being among other people, you feel lonely is completely different. Too much loneliness has a bad effect on life expectancy. By degree negative impact For life expectancy, loneliness is equivalent to smoking and alcohol. And sometimes only a good psychoanalyst can help. Well

We have published a book of incredible beauty and with deep meaning - “Starry, Starry Night”. This book touches the heart of everyone who picks it up at least once - and takes away a part of it. Forever. The poignant illustrations of Taiwanese artist Jimmy Liao immerse you in the story entirely and without reserve - it is a whole world. Magic. Clear to everyone.

The story is so touching that the editor cried while reading it the first few times, then the marketer cried, and then the copywriter cried twice (I admit, that’s me). The book does not leave you indifferent.

A story of first love and loneliness

A girl who used to live with her grandparents in the mountains - where the stars are big and bright - moves to the city, to her parents' apartment. “Now I miss my grandfather. He stayed high, high in the mountains. And according to my grandmother, she is high, high in the sky.”

The city seems to her a cold and soulless place, mom and dad constantly quarrel, and classmates don’t allow her to go to school. So she just hides in her own world. Together with the kitten that her mother brought her from a trip abroad, sometimes he turns into a thunderous cat.

But everything changes when he moves into the next house new boy... “Thick snow was falling, and he lay so happy and carefree, as if he had fallen from another planet.”

And then in this story, what happened was what should have happened to the teenagers, each of whom was lonely and different from the others. It's so hard to see the stars in the city! The plan appeared by itself: “Let’s run away!”

Moreover, I no longer have the strength to listen to my parents’ quarrels. And outside the city there is such a beautiful sky.

The most important question...

When you throw your head back to the starry sky, the world seems huge.

While I was preparing this post, I almost cried for the third time. Never before have a children's book touched me so much. Maybe because she’s not exactly childish? Or because the little heroes have had too many difficult events. Or is it all about Jimmy Liao's magical illustrations - I may be a copywriter, but I don't have the words to describe them. You just need to watch. The words from “The Little Prince” flashed through my head: “Only the heart is vigilant. You can’t see the most important things with your eyes.” Yes, exactly... Each page of this book needs to be considered in a special way - with the heart.

I won’t say how this story ends. Let me just say that the book has a surprise. And when you understand what it is, it just gives you goosebumps.