Joseph Conrad Quotes

I'd got very successful, everyone knew who I was, but I felt very empty.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

Poor empty pants With nobody inside them.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life.

Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless.

... I stare into the fridge. Like a mirrored image of myself. Cold and empty, and the lights come on only when you open the door. Otherwise ice-cold purring darkness.

I’m here because I know the sadness inside you. I know what it feels like to wake in the morning, lost and lonely and aching for someone to be there with me. (Sebastian)

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Love is just a hole in the wall.

I would paint a portrait which would bring the tears, had I canvas for it, and the scene should be -- solitude, and the figures -- solitude -- and the lights and shades, each a solitude.

He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

Except for the sound of the rain, on the road, on the roofs, on the umbrella, there was absolute silence: only the dying moan of the sirens continued for a moment or two to vibrate within the ear. It seemed to Scobie later that this was the ultimate border he had reached in happiness: being in darkness, alone, with the rain falling, without love or pity.

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

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

Oh, I do get lonely, yes.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

You are forever alone.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

Oh, what a void there is in things.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.

Man, I hate to get depressing on you, but I don't have a game. I'm so alone, so depressed, so dark, no.