Catherine Ryan Hyde Quotes

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

These are frightening times...when she feels herself annointed by loneliness.

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

I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

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

The interesting thing is why we're so desperate for this anesthetic against loneliness.

You can be lonely when you have a guy living with you.

It's no fun being lonely.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

... unspeakably lonely.

It's lonely up here.

I am lonely. I clean up the house, put kids to bed and there I sit.

The story of 'Mr. Robot' is really about this guy who's lonely - who's alone and feels so disconnected from the world.

Wherever you are in the world, whoever you are with, sometimes you feel desperately lonely.

I think a lot of people are worried about being alone. I completely understand that. I really do. Being alone is terrifying, especially when you've lost people.

I am loved by thousands, but I feel like the loneliest man in the world.

One cloud feels lonely.

The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.)

I have been trying, for some time now, to find dignity in my loneliness. I have been finding this hard to do. It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem.

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.

Somebody finally has to get out an ad, often after hours. Somebody has to stare at a blank piece of paper. Probably nothing was ever more bleak. This is probably the very height of lonesomeness. He is one person and he is alone