Ingrid Betancourt Quotes

Right now, they feel they have lost their voice, and their miseries have increased since my departure.

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

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.

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

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

I can't even say what my greatest fear is because I, I can't even imagine. Being without my family... I can't even say it because it makes me cry.

Not all political prisoners are innocents.

We have been tortured horribly for months in filthy Egyptian jails.

I didn't want to accept that people would forget me, that the government wouldn't do anything to negotiate our freedom. After a year, I came to understand that not only had one year passed, many more would come.

From my family alone, Qaddafi had imprisoned five men.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.

I am now a man of despair, rejected, abandoned, shut up in this iron cage from which there is no escape.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

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

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.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

I want to be alone and work until the day my heads hits the drawing table and I'm dead. Kaput. I feel very much like I want to be with my brother and sister again. They're nowhere. I know they're nowhere and they don't exist, but if nowhere means that's where they are, that's where I want to be.

My arrest in Egypt happened in 2002, and I was convicted to five years as a political prisoner.

When I walked out of the seminary, I was 31, but I was like a scared, frightened kid. I had no place to live, no license, no clothes. I was just a lost soul.

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.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near! No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!

In this cry of pain the inner consciousness of the people seems to lay itself bare for an instant, and to reveal the mood of beings who feel their isolation in the face of a universe that wars on them with winds and seas.