Literature is full of loneliness, but which line hits you the hardest?

For me, it’s this one — not a direct quote, but it feels like it could be from One Hundred Years of Solitude: “She didn’t care that it was raining, because in her life it had always rained.” I know it’s not the original line — but the feeling? Dead on. What about you? What’s the loneliest sentence in literature you’ve ever read? #Entertainment #Books #LonelyReads