Daniel Defoe Quotes

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

Eating cold tuna fish out of a tin on a porch while two people are in love across a lake - I think that's desperately lonely.

I'm a silly little needy person sometimes, and I crouch in a room all alone and think of all the people that I wish were with me.

There's a vacancy, won't you come to me And fill my empty spaces I'm a motel man in a promised land That's filled with empty faces So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams, It's a place for you to be There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

In all this welter of women I still hadn't got one for myself, not that I was trying too hard, but sometimes I felt lonely to see everybody paired off and having a good time and all I did was curl up in my sleeping bag in the rosebushes and sigh and say bah. For me it was just red wine in my mouth and a pile of firewood

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

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

Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.

I was very depressed when I was 19... I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, It's not warm when she's away, Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, And she's always gone too long, Anytime she goes away.

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.

I will never be happy without having someone. Going to sleep alone kills me.

It is sad when people can't connect, and the sense of desperation that you feel when there is nothing to look forward to.

A lot of my songs are about loneliness and losing relationships. Even the ones that are happy, there's a lonely undertone to them.

It's easy to feel spurned, especially when you return to your apartment and stare at the hundreds of rejection letters tacked to your bulletin board.

There are so many reasons to be sad in the club.

I remember sitting by my window, wishing upon the stars that my skin condition would go away. I wondered, 'Why me?'

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.

The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing, no one waiting for her. That no matter how far she walked, how carefully she searched, how much she wanted to find the person she was looking for, she was alone" - The Forgotten Garden

Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.

Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. [...] Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. [...] It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.