Kate Morton Quotes

I've always been a very private person.

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

I'm just like any other man. I understand why people become reclusive. One of my weaknesses is that I sometimes allow people in that shouldn't be in my life.

I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.

Keep things at arm's length... If you let anything come too near you want to hold on to it. And there is nothing a man can hold on to.

And in the end, I lost him. I did it on purpose, the way Garance lost Baptiste in the crowd. I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.

It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls." "There are always walls." I say.

Saying she doesn't mind being alone...that she's alright... There isn't a person alive who'd really feel that way!

No matter who weaves in and out of your life, regardless of the quality of those deep friendships and familyships, I'm the only common denominator at this point who's been with me the whole time. And there's this sense of trying to make sense of that ultimate solitude. It's not a negative or even a positive. It's just a fact.

Face to face, just you and me, with no rules. Just like you, I get lonely too.

It's a frightening world to be alone in.

For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?

Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection. Keep your solitude. The day, if it ever comes, when you are given true affection, there will be no opposition between interior solitude and friendship, quite the reverse. It is even by this infallible sigh that you will recognize it.

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

But when you're alone in the world, really alone, you have no choice but to be open to suggestions.

You cannot protect your solitude if you cannot make yourself odious.

Being with him was like being alone underwater - everything was slow; nothing counted; I could not be harmed; I would feel dry and cold when I resurfaced.

Growing old is not a thing to watch. It cannot be forgiven in others. Alone, it can be borne. Even indulged.

I wanted to be somewhere else ... Someplace where the sight of me sobbing would tie me to no one and no one to me.

Deprived of human intercourse, I inevitably overvalue the imagination and expect it to make the mundane glow with an aura of self-transcendence. Yet why these glorious sunsets, I ask myself, if nature does not speak to us with tongues of fire.

I had already found that it was not good to be alone, and so I made companionship with what there was around me, sometimes with the universe and sometimes with my own insignificant self; but my books were always my friends, let fail all else.

Self-absorption intensifies isolation, but permits it to go unnoticed.

It's a hard, lonely feeling, to be completely yourself in front of strangers.

Last word in lonesome is me.

But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.