Jane Sherwood Ace 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.

He could start a row in an empty house.

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.

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

I hate being alone, even for 10 minutes.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

You are forever alone.

Don't go away. I don't want to be alone. I can't stand being alone.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

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

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.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

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.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

I felt very alone in Hollywood.

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.

There is no one looking out for us. We are all alone.