Alone Quotes

She liked to imagine that when she passed, the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was. Except when she was at work, no one knew where she was at any time of day and no one waited for her. It was immaculate anonymity.

~ Alice Sebold

You live by yourself for a stretch of time and you get to staring at different objects. Sometimes you talk to yourself. You take meals in crowded joints. You develop an intimate relationship with your used Subaru. You slowly but surely become a has-been.

~ Haruki Murakami

Nobody enjoys the company of others as intensely as someone who usually avoids the company of others.

~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction — you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart.

~ Ursula K. Le Guin

It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.

~ Neal Shusterman

You're not alone, there is more to this I know. You can make it out, you will live to tell.

~ Saosin

Cause nobody's the slightest idea who we are, or who we were, not even we ourselves - except, that is, in the glimmer of a moment of fair business between strangers, or the nod of knowing and agreement between friends. Other than these, we go out anonymous into the insect air and all we are is the dust of colour, brief engineerings of wings towards a glint of light on a blade of grass or a leaf in a summer dark.

~ Ali Smith

The difficulty of living alone is that any mess he makes he is forced to clean up himself.No, the real difficulty of living alone is that no one cares if you are upset.

~ Gabrielle Zevin

To feel alone is to be alone.

~ Jonathan Safran Foer

I was always on my oddy knocky.

~ Anthony Burgess

I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again.

~ Anna Godbersen

Though he wouldn't dare admit that he might have felt more for her. He wasn't ready to care for a person that much when he still didn't care too highly for himself. most days Landon regarded himself as a lost soul, a wanderer. Who could love such a man?

~ Shawn Kirsten Maravel

No,nobody but nobody can make it out her alone.

~ Maya Angelou

I only had the right to sit in the shadows of the world,in complete silence. Whether I was laughed at, or told I was discusting, or thought of as unpleasant I would sit in the shadows.

~ Novala Takemoto

They all seem infected with a vivaciousness that isn't common in our compound, and there are more smiles on their faces than I've ever seen at once. And yet as I watch them, I feel more intensely than ever the knowledge that I'm not one of them. For these moral humans, birthdays are a kind of countdown to the end, the ticking clock of a dwindling life. For me, birthdays are notches on an infinite timeline. Will I grow tired of parties one day? Will my birthday become meaningless? I imagine myself centuries from now, maybe at my three-hundredth birthday, looking all the way back to my seventeenth. How will I possibly be happy, remembering the light in my mother's eyes? The swiftness of Uncle Antonio's steps as he dances? The way my father stands on edge of the courtyard, smiling in that vague, absent way of his? The scene shifts and blues in my imagination. As if brushed away by some invisible broom, these people whom I've known my entire life disappear. The courtyard is empty, bare, covered in decaying leaves. I imagine Little Cam deserted, with everyone dead and gone and only me left in the shadows. Forever.

~ Jessica Khoury

the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation

~ Marcel Proust

The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.

~ Albert Camus

How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.

~ Ann Brashares

Sometimes she sat and let her mind go blank and her eyes go out of focus, so that she watched the slow, jerky movements of the motes that floated across her pupils. They amazed her as a child. Now she saw them as a reflection of how she moved, floating listlessly through the world, occasionally bumping into another body without acknowledgment, and then floating on, free and alone.

~ Robert Goolrick

Never be daunted in public' was an early Hemingway phrase that had more than once bolstered me in my timid twenties. I changed it resolutely to 'Never be daunted in private'.- M.F.K. Fisher A Is for Dining Alone

~ Jenni Ferrari-Adler

After a certain age, you felt a need not to be alone. It grew stronger, like a radio frequency, until finally it was so powerful that you were forced to do something about it.

~ Meg Wolitzer

You’re the one thing I want the most in the world yet the one thing I cannot have. Because to have you completely would be impossible. You can’t go where I walk.

~ Abbi Glines

Don't be afraid. You are never really alone. Just be yourself. You don't ever have to pretend you are someone else. If you try to do that, then you don't have anything to give the world. Accept and give your gifts with love.

~ Jay Woodman

I needed to be alone for whatever would happen. I knew that something would as certainly as if this were a last chapter.

~ China Miéville

Iskari let others define her because she thought she didn't have a choice. Because she thought she was alone and unloved.

~ Kristen Ciccarelli

They say I am a brave girlI'm a hailstorm for the rainI'm a volcano for the mountainI'm a diamond for the stoneAnd I wonder if I can be real me.I see the crowdI hear the noiseI keep my patience.But inside I want to screamYes I want to scream like hell.And when she call me on phone,I wonder how she knows it.I wonder how she hears those silent words..How she sees those forbidden tears...I wonder how she knows I am missing somewhere...

~ Emma Brynstein

Life is constant, in losing one or another.

~ Irfa Rahat

Being alone is not synonymous with incompleteness.Having a partner is not a precondition for completeness.

~ Khang Kijarro Nguyen

But every stroke of the brush, every lyric, every word whispered between human beings resulted from the pain of being alone. In our haunted heads, our imperfect bodies. Islands carved from clay and bone, our skulls like shells full of mist.

~ Leah Raeder

Hold this rope while I dive into my soul, don't even bother pulling it if I didn't come up on my own.

~ Ahmed Mostafa

I keep forgetting how important it is to just be still sometimes. Without a phone, or a TV, or a friend. Alone. Quiet. Connected to nothing, and everything, all at once. Undistracted

~ Scott Stabile

Apart from such visits, for the first time in her life Eliza was truly alone. In the beginning, unfamiliar sounds, nocturnal sounds, disturbed her, but as the days passed she came to know them: soft-pawed animals under the eaves, the ticking of the warming range, floorboards shivering in the cooling nights. And there were unexpected benefits to her solitary life: alone in the cottage, Eliza discovered that the characters from her fairy tales became bolder. She found fairies playing in the spiders' webs, insects whispering incantations on the windowsills, fire sprites spitting and hissing in the range. Sometimes in the afternoons, Eliza would sit on the rocking chair listening to them. And late at night, when they were all asleep, she would spin their stories into her own tales.

~ Kate Morton

Apart from such visits, for the first time in her life Eliza was truly alone. In the beginning, unfamiliar sounds, nocturnal sounds, disturbed her, but as the days passed she came to know them: soft-pawed animals under the eaves, the ticking of the warming range, floorboards shivering in the cooling nights. And their were unexpected benefits to her solitary life: alone in the cottage, Eliza discovered that the characters from her fairy tales became bolder. She found fairies playing in the spiders' webs, insects whispering incantations on the windowsills, fire sprites spitting and hissing in the range. Sometimes in the afternoons, Eliza would sit on the rocking chair listening to them. And late at night, when they were all asleep, she would spin their stories into her own tales.

~ Kate Morton

Rather be alone, than being with someone who is aloof.

~ Gift Gugu Mona

I think anything like that-which is contemplative, silent, shows a person alone-people always feel sad. Is it because we've lost the art of being alone?

~ Andrew Wyeth

There was a lot to be said for a man’s capacity to be comfortable while alone.

~ John Connolly

Alone meant absolutely no one giving me shit, involving me in shit, or generally being a shit. Alone didn't care what you wore or how many days it'd been since you washed your hair or shaved your pits. Alone accepted you exactly how you were. It never lied to me or let you down. For all of these reasons and more, I loved alone. We'd probably wed.

~ Kylie Scott

She was so alone. Dead to the world. No one to love. No one who loved her.

~ Allison Brennan

One's desire to be alone, biologists have found, is partially genetic and to some degree measurable. If you have low levels of the pituitary peptide oxytocin--sometimes called the master chemical of sociability-- and high quantities of the hormone vasopressin, which may suppress your need for affection, you tend to require fewer interpersonal relationships.

~ Michael Finkel

On either side of Natalie as she walked toward her own room were doors: perhaps behind one door a girl was studying, behind another a girl was crying, behind a third a girl was turning uneasily in her sleep. Behind a certain definite door downstairs Anne and Vicki sat, laughing and speaking in loud voices whatever they chose to say; behind other doors girls lifted their heads at Natalie's footsteps, turned, wondered, and went back to their work. I wish I were the only person in all the world, Natalie thought, with a poignant longing, thinking then that perhaps she was, after all.

~ Shirley Jackson