Betty Smith Quotes

How we need another soul to cling to.

Putting my hand in someone else’s has always been my definition of happiness. Before I fall asleep, often - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and go into the greater world - often, before I get up the courage to go into the vastness of sleep, I pretend that someone has my hand in theirs, and then I go, go to that enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even after that I don’t have courage, I dream.

I traffic in empathy. I try to be vulnerable with people so they can be vulnerable back. I've always been searching for empathy in other people. It's when I feel most not alone.

Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that Human Touch.

I wish I had somebody to rock me to sleep.

It's a lonely ol' night. Can I put my arms around you?

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?

And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.

Dark and lonely. I need somebody to hold me

To share our stories is not only a worthwhile endeavor for the storyteller, but for those who hear our stories and feel less alone because of it.

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

You don't stop thinking about women just because your wife dies. It's terrible, but you know. I just want the hugs, the kisses. A kiss!

I just don't want to die alone, that's all. That's not too much to ask for, is it It would be nice to have someone care about me, for who I am, not about my wallet.

Everyone loves to be loved.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

There's nothing like being hugged or held or just anything as simple as that.

Nowadays, I know the true reason I read is to feel less alone, to make a connection with a consciousness other than my own.

I love nicknames. It makes me feel loved. It makes me feel less alone in this world.

Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.

I'll meet someone on the street and blurt out my most intimate details. I think everybody secretly - or not so secretly - wants to be understood, and I just want to connect, you know?

I find the closer you get to people, the harder it is to satirise them.

If we dare to come closer to our fellow human beings, we will be able to see and understand them better.

The need to be cared for is the base of everything. In the penitentiaries, you won't hear gangbangers and criminals say, 'No, I don't want to be cared for by nobody.' When you care about them, they'll open up to you.

If we knew each other's secrets, what comforts we should find.