Sherrilyn Kenyon Quotes

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

Hell is not in torture; Hell is in an empty heart.

Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

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

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.

The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts.

In the country of pain we are each alone.

But I also think all of the great stories in literature deal with loneliness. Sometimes it's by way of heartbreak, sometimes it's by way of injustice, sometimes it's by way of fate. There's an infinite number of ways to examine it.

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.

The problem is, when I talk about heartbreak or whatever, people want to melt it down to some break-up of a relationship, but it's not about that. If you're a sensitive person, just stepping outside can be heartbreaking.

Grief is an emotion that's almost unplayable because you're in a separate emotional state; it's an inconsolable emotion.

Maybe men are separated from each other only by the degree of their misery.

In a household tragedy, you are very much aware of being alone. It is something that is possible to grasp, and that is why it hurts so much. Because you are alone. I know a little about this.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

I know what it's like to lose.

I know how it feels to lose.

My private life's quite sad.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

One of the most painful aspects of suffering is the loneliness of it. Others may offer support or empathy, but no one can walk the road to Moriah in our place.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

...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.

Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

My greatest affliction... is perhaps the major theme of my writings, the affliction of loneliness that follows me like a shadow, a very ponderous shadow too heavy to drag after me all of my days and nights.