Don DeLillo Quotes

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.

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.

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

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

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

The memory of Cumshewa is of a great lonesomeness smothered in a blur of rain.

When the night falls, my lonely heart calls.

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.

i laced my shoes with sorrow and walked a weary road dead end streets don't come undone with double knots wing tipped shoes that walk on air through vacant lots

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

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 have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

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.

You are forever alone.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.