Mother Teresa Quotes

Weeks go by, and I don't talk to another living soul.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

I am, I said to no one there and no one heard at all, not even a chair.

More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

What remains is solitude.

I want to be around people, not crickets.

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

Not a living thing was to be seen and the cottages that sat huddled close to the ground remained fast shut; the smoke from the chimneys alone still gave a sign of life.

When everyone goes home, you're stuck with yourself.

Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.

That's what my music is good for - clearing out the house and being alone.

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

You've built your homeyou've fledged your birdsyou've beaten the windwith your bonesyou've finished alonewhat no one began

We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence.

The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped.

Together, we looked down at the tiny house, the sole thing on this vast, flat surface. Like the only person living on the moon. It could be either lonely or peaceful, depending on how you looked at it. "It's a start," I said.

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it.

Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

In this vast country that he had so loved, he was alone.

Nothing impresses the mind with a deeper feeling of loneliness than to tread the silent and deserted scene of former throng and pageant.

What I was afraid of was my own grief, the weight of it, the ineluctable corrosive force of it, and the stark awareness I had of being, for the first time in my life, entirely alone, a Crusoe shipwrecked and stranded in the limitless wastes of a boundless and indifferent ocean.

But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.

If I am ever to find these trees meaningful I must have you by the hand. As it is, they stretch dusty fingers into an obscure sky, and the snow looks up like a face dirtied with tears. Should I cry out and see what happens? There could only be a stranger wandering in this landscape, cold, unfortunate, himself frozen fast in wintry eyes.