Waylon Jennings Quotes

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

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

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

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

Leave my loneliness unbroken

In the country of pain we are each alone.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

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

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

Grief is an emotion that's almost unplayable because you're in a separate emotional state; it's an inconsolable emotion.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

In a household tragedy, you are very much aware of being alone. It is something that is possible to grasp, and that is why it hurts so much. Because you are alone. I know a little about this.

Grief, for me, is a moment-to-moment experience.

My private life's quite sad.

My greatest affliction... is perhaps the major theme of my writings, the affliction of loneliness that follows me like a shadow, a very ponderous shadow too heavy to drag after me all of my days and nights.

Everything you do makes my body scream with loneliness.

Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.

How does it feel when you're alone and you're cold inside

Hell is not in torture; Hell is in an empty heart.

She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

It’s only when you’ve lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase “It’s a small world”. It isn’t. It’s a vast, devouring world, especially if you’re alone.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.