Robert Southey Quotes

Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.

My personal life is fairly barren.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

I hate holidays because it's the quietest; it's the most deafening sound in my apartment.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

It will be a lonelier life than I have ever known before.

... unspeakably lonely.

It's lonely up here.

… the same dreary barrenness day after day. The same naked waste. I have never seen anything which impressed so strongly on my mind a feeling of desolation.

I understand being alone. I understand not liking it, wishing for something else.

The desert feels Irish in a way - lonely and barren.

All my friends, they're all gone. I've outlived them all.

There is nothing else to do in my life... I have no family, relationships - this is the only thing that I do.

I have already spent Christmas Eve and Christmas morning alone, missing my children, and crying because I have no family nearby.

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

I was working in cartoons. I could go to Comic-Con, buy the Hal Jordan ring, I could buy animation cels, but at the end of the day, I come back to an empty apartment. I had a life that was only around me, and when I was broken, my world was broken.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

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.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

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.

You've built your homeyou've fledged your birdsyou've beaten the windwith your bonesyou've finished alonewhat no one began

Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.

I often feel I'm working in a vacuum, or in a country where few readers hear the sounds.