Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes

In the country of pain we are each alone.

Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.

Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

... the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be.

Only those moments count, when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you'd prefer to blow your brains out than exchange a word with someone.

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

It was the closest to purgatory that I've ever experienced while I've been living.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

I lost my sense of trust, honesty and compassion. I crashed down and became what I consider an emotional mess. I've never been so miserable in my whole life. I just wanted to go to bed and never get up.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

I guess lyrically they're similar because they're talking about escaping the kind of misery that likes company. 'The Last One Alive,' for me, is very simple. It's just about alienation, really, that causes anger.

Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.

Loneliness is the ultimate poverty.

Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man.