Bobby Jones Quotes

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

Loneliness is something you can't walk away from.

Loneliness Got a mind of its own The more people around The more you feel alone

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

Loneliness is the theme, and I play it like a symphony, in endless variations.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.

I promise you, ABBA will never reform - I couldn't bear the stress of disappointing everyone.

Hell is a half-filled auditorium.

After you win, people expect you to always play so good. When that doesn't happen, it's hard to deal with.

Sometimes you don't play well or you don't score, and in those times, the pressure comes from all around you as well as from yourself.

I think all actors get scared because we're frightened to disappoint.

Everybody expects you to play well, and when you don't have the results, that's tough.

It's hard if you don't quite feel on your game to go out and put scores on the board.

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

And even though I'm standing in the middle of the biggest crowd I've ever seen in my life, I suddenly feel very alone.

Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.

I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.

It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to ask who "every one" was. For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances? I was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was.

Loneliness, she thought, was craving for other people's company. But she did not know that loneliness can be an unnoticed cramping of the spirit for lack of companionship.

Suicide is a crime of loneliness, and adulated people can be frighteningly alone. Intelligence does not help in these circumstances; brilliance is almost always profoundly isolating.

A lot of people spend their time just floating/ We were victims together but lonely.

I was more alone than if I had been alone.

Even in the depths of sleep, in which he had to satisfy his need for protection and love by curling himself up into a trembling ball, he could not rid himself of the feeling of loneliness and homelessness.