Zora Neale Hurston Quotes

Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.

Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart. It is like a bird that has blundered down the flue and is caught indoors and flutters at the windowpanes. It is like standing a long time on a cold day, knocking at a shut door.

She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you whatever you want.

I wrap my heart in yours, placing divulged faith in the whole of your being, wistfully awaiting the trumpet you return.

I keep coming back because I have no place else to go. What else would I do? I love to sing.

Eating cold tuna fish out of a tin on a porch while two people are in love across a lake - I think that's desperately lonely.

O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

I have always been the lover - never the beloved - and I have spent much of my life waiting for trains, planes, boats, footsteps, doorbells, letters, telephones, snow, rain, thunder.

O God — please give him back! I shall keep asking You.

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I'll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I'll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.

Deep in my soul, I've been so lonely, all of my hopes fading away. I've longed for love, like everyone else does, I know I'll keep searching after today.

There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.

Pray to god someone prays for me

I want to sleep like the birds then wake to write you again without hope that you read me.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

Jesus, Jesus help me. I'm alone in this world.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

All shall love me and despair.

She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.

THE ABANDONED VALLEY Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?

Love is just a shout in the void.

You kill me, Rose," he said melodramatically. "Every day is agony without you. Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive.

He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.