Myrtle Reed Quotes

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

The manager is by himself. He can't mingle with his players. I enjoyed my players, but I could not socialize with them so I spent a lot of time alone in my hotel room. Those four walls kind of close in on you.

Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies.

I have contact with no one involved in the trial.

Living in a tower, however secure it may feel, is hardly a social attribute.

The writer is all alone.

In my adolescence, I think I felt very outcast; I felt lonely. I felt great loneliness, and sometimes I wouldn't partake in Christmas, and I would go off and wander in the streets of Melbourne.

I didn't play with other children.

I don't belong in the world. That's what it is. Something separates me from other people.

I don't feel the breath of a thousand people over my shoulder.

At the narrow passage there is no brother and no friend

It's lonely up here.

Stardom is a magical yet freakish situation at times. It's a cliche but very true that at times, you feel so alone, even when you're surrounded by so many people.

I feel like I'm in my own world: in the world but not a part of it.

I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.

I want to be together with everyone else but stay lonely.

Those reflective moments for me usually come from loneliness and separation from people.

When you get to the level that I'm at, often you are a very lonely man.

We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.

And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

Loneliness comes in two basic varieties. When it results from a desire for solitude, loneliness is a door we close against the world. When the world instead rejects us, loneliness is an open door, unused.

We found ourselves veiled and separated from our friends.