A wave of loneliness washed over her.
She felt a deep sense of loneliness and longing.
Maybe it was the fact that he never smiled, or the loneliness in those green eyes.
The loneliness drove her mad.
The loneliness of a queen who had no husband or children and no relatives to mention must at all times have been oppressive; it grew desolating in old age after the deaths of Leicester, Walsingham, Burghley and Essex, and Elizabeth died, the last of her race, on the 24th of March 1603.
She had missed Josh, but it wasn't the gut-wrenching loneliness she felt when Alex left.
Loneliness is not something a deity can feel. Only humans and Immortals.
It was either plunge in with him or be eaten up by the loneliness that had been snapping at her heels all her life.
The loneliness of his end has often been commented on; it was probably due to its unexpectedness.
A pang of loneliness swept over her.
It was as if rescuing these long forgotten remains from oblivion would somehow prove such a resurrection from years of absolute dark and loneliness would make anything possible.
He led, separated from his family, an erratic life for some years; was divorced from his consort in 1812; and finally settled at St Gall in Switzerland in great loneliness and indigence.
Yet in the loneliness of life at Berlin the idea of a wife as the comfort of gathering age sometimes rose before his mind - only to be driven away by cautious hesitations as to the capacity of his means, and by the shrinking from the loss of familiar liberties.
I thought you decided you couldn't live with the loneliness on the ranch because I was gone so much.
Was loneliness the culprit of her decision to spend the night?
Maybe the loneliness he saw in her eyes was merely a reflection.
29), and fails in his first attempt to relieve the loneliness of his favourite.
Irresistible drowsiness overpowered him, red rings danced before his eyes, and the impression of those voices and faces and a sense of loneliness merged with the physical pain.
Pierre, on unexpectedly becoming Count Bezukhov and a rich man, felt himself after his recent loneliness and freedom from cares so beset and preoccupied that only in bed was he able to be by himself.
He noticed the change in the little princess' dress, Mademoiselle Bourienne's ribbon, Princess Mary's unbecoming coiffure, Mademoiselle Bourienne's and Anatole's smiles, and the loneliness of his daughter amid the general conversation.