V. S. Naipaul Quotes

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

I felt very alone in Hollywood.

It's lonely up here.

The primary distinction of the artist is that he must actively cultivate that state which most men, necessarily, must avoid; the state of being alone.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.

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.

When even the most strictly logical mind looks round and investigates the phenomena attending its own existence, perhaps the first fact to attract attention by its strongly marked prominence is the remarkable loneliness of man. He stands alone.

Solitude begets whimsies.

The most terrifying thing I can think of is being alone - and I mean utterly alone, like no one else in the world alone - at night. That's the nucleus of the first story in my collection and it's also where the title came from for the book.

I am a bit of a solitude person - a solitary personality. I like being on my own. I don't have any major friendships or relationships with people.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

I am a loner, I suppose.

All human beings are lonely at the core. We come alone, we go alone.

Just as I shall lie alone in the grave, so, in essence, do I live alone.

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

Well, I know about loneliness. I won't talk about it, but I was very lonely after the war. I know what it feels like to spend a whole weekend all by yourself and no one wants you at all.

I prayed for the city to be cleared of people, for the gift of being alone—a-l-o-n-e: which is the one New York prayer that rarely gets lost or delayed in channels, and in no time at all everything I touched turned to solid loneliness.

Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

Give her not greatness. For great souls must stand Alone and lonely in this little world: Cleft rocks that show the great Creator's hand, Thither by earthquakes hurled.

To love makes one solitary.