Angela Carter Quotes

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

A lone walker is both present and detached, more than an audience but less than a participant. Walking assuages or legitimizes this alienation.

He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever it was would certainly awaken soon.

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.

Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.

Loneliness is a mirror, and recognizes itself.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

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

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

We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

We’re always alone. You can be in a crowded room and still feel the bite of loneliness. Personally, I find that it bites deepest whenever others are around.

Being alone is better than sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely.

Be alone even when there's a million people around, because tomorrow it will be a different million people.

Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.

There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.

The problem with the loneliness I suffer is that the company of others has never been a cure for it.

I think everybody gets lonely sometimes. I don't know if people can ever understand how you can be in a room full of people and be lonely sometimes.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

I like being alone and I think this movie, as much as it is an investigation of connection and people bonding, I also think it's just as much about loneliness.

No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

I am often lost in my own world, with a frown on my face.

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.

I walk slowly into myself, through a forest of empty suits of armor.