Peter Ackroyd Quotes

I am, I said to no one there and no one heard at all, not even a chair.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

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

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

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.

Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.

The 'Burials' title really speaks to all the different levels that are on the record. It speaks to silence and panic and anxiety and loss of self and isolation and those different levels of hiding.

Emptiness will always cripple me.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

I could not forbear getting up to the top of a little mountain, and looking out to sea, in hopes of seeing a ship : then fancy that, at a vast distance, I spied a sail, please myself with the hopes of it, and, after looking steadily, till I was almost blind, lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a child, and thus increase my misery by my folly.

I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die.

No one to hear, you might as well scream.

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

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

i laced my shoes with sorrow and walked a weary road dead end streets don't come undone with double knots wing tipped shoes that walk on air through vacant lots

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

Except for the sound of the rain, on the road, on the roofs, on the umbrella, there was absolute silence: only the dying moan of the sirens continued for a moment or two to vibrate within the ear. It seemed to Scobie later that this was the ultimate border he had reached in happiness: being in darkness, alone, with the rain falling, without love or pity.

If your depiction of loss doesn't make the reader feel loss, then you didn't depict it right.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

It will be a lonelier life than I have ever known before.

... unspeakably lonely.

She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

Who gives a fuck if he's lonely and depressed down there in San Clemente? If there were any such thing as true justice in this world, his rancid carcass would be somewhere down around Easter Island right now, in the belly of a hammerhead shark.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.