Charles Dickens Quotes

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Maybe some day they'll find me behind the computer, just bones and cobwebs.

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.

Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.

So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight - watching over nothing.

Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.

I've decided that the worst part of loneliness isn't being alone. It's being forgotten.

I still think that the greatest suffering is being lonely, feeling unloved, just having no one... That is the worst disease that any human being can ever experience.

When I was a kid I got no respect. I played hide-and-seek. They wouldn't even look for me.

Sometimes people can hunger for more than bread. It is possible that our children, our husband, our wife, do not hunger for bread, do not need clothes, do not lack a house. But are we equally sure that none of them feels alone, abandonded, neglected, needing some affection? That, too, is poverty.

Bricks are crumbling in places, and the front door is so swollen you have to push hard to get in

It must be awful to feel you're not needed.

Dill?" Mm?" Why do you reckon Boo Radleys never run off?" Dill sighed a long sigh and turned away from me. Maybe he doesn't have anywhere to run off to

What cities, as great as this, have... promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others... Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.

And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.

What have I to do with millions [of people]? The eighty I know despise me.

Suddenly the world has run amok and left you alone and sane behind

Everything hurt. I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek to the street, and waited. What for, I didn't know. To be rescued. Or found. But no one came. All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was.

The clothes are packed off to Goodwill I said my good-byes up on the hill The house is empty, the furniture sold Soon your smell will decay to mold Don't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answering Don't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening "Disconnect" Collateral Damage, Track 10

I've never really been wanted.

There is a core of loneliness. It's partly existential. Secondly, I was raised a loner. My parents were not there. My father was asked to leave because he couldn't metabolize ethanol. Actually, my mother ran away with us when I was 2 months old and my brother was 5. Real dramatic stuff: down the fire escape, through backyards. So, I sort of raised myself. I was alone a lot and I invented myself - I lived through the radio and through my imagination.

The wretched have no friends.

Johnny, can't you come out to play in your empty garden?