I am not sure what lonliness is," she said. "If it is not literally being solitary, is it the fear of solitude, of being alone with oneself? I feel no such fear. I like being alone." "What do you fear then?" he asked her. She glanced briefly at him and smiled, a fragile expression that spoke for itself even before she found words. "Never finding myself again.
Mary BaloghBut a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.
Mary BaloghI have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have.
Mary BaloghThe suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.
Mary Balogh