Stephen King Quotes

Loneliness comes with life.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

Hell is not in torture; Hell is in an empty heart.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

Oh, I do get lonely, yes.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

You write a story about loneliness, and you grab them all because everybody's an expert on that one.

You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who'd believe in this character then?

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

It's not fair to show someone the sun and then banish him from it. Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone. -Acheron

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

Loneliness has been following me my whole life.

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

In the country of pain we are each alone.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

But I also think all of the great stories in literature deal with loneliness. Sometimes it's by way of heartbreak, sometimes it's by way of injustice, sometimes it's by way of fate. There's an infinite number of ways to examine it.

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.

Being alone is very difficult.

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

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

You are forever alone.

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.