Our work for human dignity is often lonely, and almost always an uphill climb. At times, our efforts are misunderstood, and we are mistaken for the enemy. There has been a clear erosion of respect for U.N. blue and our impartiality.
For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.
As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.
Being prime minister is a lonely job… you cannot lead from the crowd.
I have a stack of those plastic card hotel room keys that I picked up on this latest book tour. It’s about a yard tall. Ah yes, a stack of lonely nights.
What a lonely species we are, searching for signals of life from other galaxies, adopting companion animals, visiting parks and zoos to commune with other beasts. In the process, we discover our shared identity.
Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.
Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.