Amy Lowell Quotes

Not a living thing was to be seen and the cottages that sat huddled close to the ground remained fast shut; the smoke from the chimneys alone still gave a sign of life.

That's what my music is good for - clearing out the house and being alone.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

The loudest noise in the world is silence.

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We are all alone here and we are dead.

...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.

There are moments when it's too quiet. Particularly late at night or early in the mornings. That's when you know there's something lacking in your life. You just know.

The silence was always the greates temptation.

We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.

One's need for loneliness is not satisfied if one sits at a table alone. There must be empty chairs as well.

He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

Keenness of hearing revives when one is alone.

I need, absolutely, to be alone.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

I live alone, so I don't really talk to anyone once I'm home. I have some silent nights.

The most boring thing in the world? Silence.

I play in a lot of empty rooms.

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

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

To be honest, I hate silence.

I don't know when I'll ever get a chance to be all alone in a film.

I lived alone, I didn't know anybody in New York, and I was definitely a recluse. It had been, like, two weeks, and I realized I hadn't said anything. I was laying in bed, and I was like, 'Hello?' I just talked to hear my own voice. And it was such a strange feeling.

No one is talking. No one is emailing. No one is texting. It's spooky and scary.

We must relearn to be alone.