Virginia Woolf Quotes

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

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!

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

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

A lot of my songs are about loneliness and losing relationships. Even the ones that are happy, there's a lonely undertone to them.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.

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

I'm consumed by the chill of solitary.

Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.

You are alone with everything you love.

Alone!-that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!

And all I loved, I loved alone.

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

There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever. We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.

I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.

What remains is solitude.

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.

I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I long for you to show me how to live again.

In the country of pain we are each alone.

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.

Being alone is very difficult.

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

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.