Jodi Picoult Quotes

For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.

When everyone goes home, you're stuck with yourself.

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.

But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.

More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

The problem with the loneliness I suffer is that the company of others has never been a cure for it.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

Loneliness comes with life.

Oh, I do get lonely, yes.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

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

Sometimes I get lonely, but it's nice to be alone.

People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.

Forget sex or politics or religion, loneliness is the subject that clears out a room.

Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

Many of my characters struggle with loneliness, that is fair to say.

Loneliness is always there, it's a phase that comes and goes and it is a very difficult phase.

Weeks go by, and I don't talk to another living soul.

I am, I said to no one there and no one heard at all, not even a chair.

If I am ever to find these trees meaningful I must have you by the hand. As it is, they stretch dusty fingers into an obscure sky, and the snow looks up like a face dirtied with tears. Should I cry out and see what happens? There could only be a stranger wandering in this landscape, cold, unfortunate, himself frozen fast in wintry eyes.

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.

You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who'd believe in this character then?

He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever it was would certainly awaken soon.