Max Muller Quotes

The most terrifying thing I can think of is being alone - and I mean utterly alone, like no one else in the world alone - at night. That's the nucleus of the first story in my collection and it's also where the title came from for the book.

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

You are forever alone.

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

Don't go away. I don't want to be alone. I can't stand being alone.

The idea of feeling isolated is scary to me - to walk through the world alone would be heartbreaking.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.

Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.

Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.

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!

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.

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

Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.

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.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned.

I can't imagine anything worse than being just left alone, scared out of your mind.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

I felt very alone in Hollywood.

I think, at heart, unless you discover faith in something else, something other, it's very hard to shake the thing that you're adrift alone.

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.

We could hang around for ten years and nobody would care enough to identify us. Therein lies the horror.

I don't like being alone.

The writer is all alone.