Sara Teasdale Quotes

If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.

I knew I was alone in a way that no earthling has ever been before.

It's lonely and cold on the top... lonely and cold.

Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.

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

It's lonely up here.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

I have a life that's just been a well of loneliness.

Everything is nothing when you got no one.

I hate holidays because it's the quietest; it's the most deafening sound in my apartment.

Moose had no friends that year. A lot of the time a moose would feel tired and lean against other moose. Only there wouldn't be moose there and the moose would fall.

Still I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. For I sent the bath towel to the wash this morning, and omitted to put out another. I have no towel.

I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

I would paint a portrait which would bring the tears, had I canvas for it, and the scene should be -- solitude, and the figures -- solitude -- and the lights and shades, each a solitude.

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.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

I am alone here in New York, no longer a we.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

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

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

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned.