Bram Stoker Quotes

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

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.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

I was very depressed when I was 19... I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

I have been trying, for some time now, to find dignity in my loneliness. I have been finding this hard to do. It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem.

This loneliness won't leave me alone.

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

It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.

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

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

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

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

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.

You could play the blues like it was a lonesome thing - it was a feeling.

How lonely it is going to be now on the Yellow Brick Road.

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

... unspeakably lonely.

It's lonely up here.

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

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

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

I am alone, as though I stood On the highest peak of the tired gray world,About me only swirling snow, Above me, endless space unfurled;With earth hidden and heaven hidden, And only my own spirit's prideTo keep me from the peace of those Who are not lonely, having died.